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When they first met, looking into each other’s eyes,
they recognized the scar tissue deep
in the other’s heart,
yet within the light
of their embrace
they held onto the healing,
actually
they healed each other,
so amazingly.
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As the depth sways, moving… gently this way and that,
waves rise holding on
to the light,
sending sparkles into the air
I sense a quiet…
within my spirit,
then a moment of prayer
washes over me….
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Iris came to visit recently, but she’s very sensitive
and gentle, so try not to stare,
And when she’s dressed
in purple,
she’s a little shy.
Note: These are Iris flowers.
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Dreaming of words quietly spoken,
echoes from the two
our hearts made alive
through whispers
in the reflection
of twilight.
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People don’t read the paper on Sunday anymore, do they? We I guess if it’s online. Today I’m taking it easy. After church, and lunch with the family, I’m spending some time reading.
Currently I’m reading Jan Karon’s book, Somewhere Safe with Somebody Good. I’ve had this book on my shelf for years and even started it once, but it’s been like rediscovering buried treasure! I think I’ve now read the whole Mitford series. I can’t wait to see what else I have on my shelf!
I’m also writing today. When I go back and read what I wrote months ago, I can’t believe how many changes are needed!
Tonight there’ll be some buttered popcorn, and a movie with my sweetheart. I’ve found the best movies are usually watched at home.
Before then, it’s always good to have a nap! Isn’t that what Sundays are made for?
I don’t have Facebook or Twitter so thanks for listening to me ramble.
So how are you spending your day?
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It was in the winter when I first began walking,
seeking the journey of a quiet spirit,
the healing of silence in the woods,
the wholeness of a snowfall
in the purity of cold air.
And still today
the wisdom of a young man’s heart
can defend, provide a light
for this old guy to follow.
Winter still speaks.
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Slowly turning, falling, finding its way
in the soft wind
a snowflake floating
as if prayers were always answered
descending down
until finally finding
its way
to the man’s nose.
Producing yet another
smile on his face.
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