With the windows to my soul fully open, I notice how poems and prayers take shape as I walk, in the deep forest,
seeing beyond a thinner veil, wrapped in birdsong, embraced by the coolness of leaves, and painted…
by sunlight streaming. All whispered into being…by the voice of God.
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We will know the peace internal,
recognizing,
the colors of the wind
when we reach out,
with our spirit wings.
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Sunlight on the waves, and seagulls declaring their glory remind me of so many summers ago.
Of rafting in the ocean, and fishing in the twilight. Of swimming in the waves, ducking under
and the 14 year old me, being liked by the brown haired girl. I wished I had asked her name.
Of Dad and I walking the boardwalk. Of fried chicken dinners, and so many shadows of him
still living here, as I walk barefoot in the wet sand.
Lord God, I do miss him, but thank you for my Dad.
Happy Father’s Day.
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May our poems emerge from our wordflow,
shaping themselves to encourage
from the stillness
of our peace within.
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The rhythym of the waves speaking to who we truly are,
we are spirit
and in the quieting of our inner life
we remember
it was not always this way,
there truly was a connection.
And I realize now
the oceans cleanse us
from who
we were never meant to be,
restoring us,
so amazingly.
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Our hearts will not answer the call of our scars forever,
because hope finds the light,
holding us steady,
giving us a vision
for a brighter tomorrow….
aren’t you glad?
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When we speak of peace,
love becomes
not only possible
but tangible,
flowing through
our hearts and lives.
Encourage someone.
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Streams often meander, turning, descending,
flowing into our beings,
blending
strengthening our rivers,
our thirst for spirit satisfied
our dreams for refreshing
being answered,
until oceans fill us
encompassing even sunsets
over the waves.
Wordflow.
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In the golden blue of dawn’s horizon, the poet awakens,
searching the skyline
absorbing the colors,
while shaping the words,
shape shifting his fabric
for phrases
and verse, as he summons
his spirit wings,
to write it all down.
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Every heartbreak knows it’s healer,
recognizing the wholeness
from the spiritflow within….
and we do find ourselves opening,
accepting the embrace.
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