His Heart Really Could Soar

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Having rejected the blood of kings, and thrones, and swords called devils, he had always embraced the wind.

So he stood there, on top of the mountain with his arms outstretched and a mist in his eyes, remembering

the light he’d been given. And that his heart really could soar, in spite of the violence….. of our world.

      

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The Strength of Spirit

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Some men know how to rebuke the thunder, pulling down the noise, even silencing the destruction of kings and sovereigns.

And yet they will hold you when you cry, write a poem when you’re blue, simply leaving a line or two. And some men too, know the power of flowers.

It is the strength of spirit, in a sensitive guy……

    

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Poetry….Came to Live

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It was the ruins. It had always been the ruins, curving his light, causing the blur….the whirl in his spirit.

He knew he was more though. Perhaps he did have an existence after all.

For him woodland trails were more than a healer, he wandered through half praying, because the woods were his teacher.

Waterfalls spoke, and God sent angels that could sense his scar tissue, providing a balm. He was different somehow.

Sprinkles from heaven began the new, and he was able to see the word structure clearly.

Within the wind and the sun he discovered lines. And poetry….came to live. 

      

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