The wingspan of our poetry extended
will move us far beyond the fear
we used to know,
with the warrior’s steel
of peace strengthened,
and the quietness of spirit lifting,
we know now,
truly
who we are.
Strength lifted.
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She always loved how he carried the Gift of Tigers…his roar
against the night, permeating
her being down to the bone,
his courage running through her veins,
never dominating.
And he loved the strength of her stride,
the ability to tread on serpents,
her supernatural smile,
how so often she could walk
through the fire of chemo and cancer,
while casting fear off both of them,
with the heart of a lion.
Gifted, both of them…
in each other’s love.
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As they stood in line waiting to get in, each person stood 6 feet apart, looking at their phones, or their grocery list.
He heard a noise behind him, and a young woman was bending over, picking up her keys. When she stood up, he wanted to shout from the rooftops, “You look amazing!”
but instead he went for softer touch with, “I love your mask!” It worked. Her eyes smiled as she relaxed. And it was a beautiful mask, white with swirls of green,
black, and just a hint of blue. It was like a work of art really. He didn’t know it, but she had been staring at him, and that’s why she had dropped her keys.
There was something about a guy’s shoulder muscles that always threw her for a loop. They started talking about cooking and food.
She loved the fact that he liked Thai food. They started letting other people go around them and they exchanged names and phone numbers.
As they parted he had forgotten what he needed to shop for and she headed to the nearest restroom so she could take off her mask and breathe again! She also splashed some cold water on her face.
Several days later they were zooming and started really getting to know each other. She was thinking, “Finally a guy who cares about more than just my body….”
And he was thinking, She’s so gorgeous!” And they both looked forward to that day, when they could touch……and actually hold each other.
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It was the dark comfort of the twilight sky
that still held her together,
the enfolding of stillness…
until he wrapped her in his arms again,
chasing away
her fears.
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Each moment with My Love, on the park bench, listening
to the music of water,
surrounded
by layers of leaves,
we whisper
sweet talk absorbed,
into the dogwood trees.
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Even within our worst isolation, we rage
against the lonely grey
reaching, searching,
clawing at the edges
somehow finding the strength
to pray, or at least to look over our shoulder
sensing a speck of light,
the kind we used to know,
so that we hold on anyway,
building another layer
of hope.
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Even though I sensed and searched the woods
for who I was
I didn’t learn of love,
the missing piece of my identity,
until my life began
with the love of my life,
her unconditional love
awakening me.
And then it was
truly amen.
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His faith told him, actually his love told him too,
to stretch out his wings
and draw her in,
but she was already a warrior
so sensing his spirit she stretched out her wings
and they enfolded one another.
Holding on this way,
gave them both
courage and strength.
Note: As a couple we find that we are holding each other more now. My wife has started treatments for cancer again.
I only mention it because some of you ask about her. Right now the tough part….is emotional.
Wishing you peace.
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It always amazes me how a battlefield can draw a couple closer,
fighting together,
two stronger than one.
We hold each other,
alot more now.
Thank you so much for all of your blessings, prayers, encouragement and well wishes! What a wonderful blessing. It has been a very difficult few days but I will respond to each of your messages.
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My wife never ceases to amaze me, she is the most courageous person I have ever met.
I’ve learned so much from her over the years. In fact the love we share, actually awakened me spiritually
when we first met years ago. To say that she is strong (internally), would be a huge understatement.
Having survived cancer twice now, she is still amazing, inside and out. Many chronically sick people can turn bitter, but not my sweetheart.
If I shared some of things that she went through the first time, including nearly bleeding out,
nearly dying, you would be shocked. I was terrified for years that she would die.
Anyway, I changed over the years, mostly due to adversity. My faith shifted dramatically.
And you know what? That’s ok. I learned to be more compassionate, more accepting of people,
and how to keep loving…..no matter what. So when you see strong women in my poems, like “Starlight” and in my fiction, I’m writing about her. I admire strong women now…..
just one of the many ways she’s had an incredible impact…..on my life.
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