Our tapestries are not made from our battle scars or tears,
but from our courage,
the audacity to survive,
in the refusal to give up,
we somehow learn to create
new beginnings,
as if it was spring again,
with purple infusing our being,
we build something beautiful
once again.
Note: I will never thank God for my wife having cancer, only for the courage for both us to survive.
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And in my dream I was drawn to the surface of the ocean, as if coming alive again,
or hearing for the first time, with My Love whispering, “Breathe deeply” and she said….
“you will find your significance, the freedom of your spirit….if you will only open…”
It was then my lungs filled, taking in….the purest of air.
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On those days when the wind gets knocked out of me, I remember the sea.
Pine trees swaying on the shoreline, with my sails full….I journey seeking the promise of blue,
and the adventure
of tomorrow.
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I find the universe in My Love’s eyes,
the earth,
the oceans
and skies.
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As I entered the trail, lingering March winds pushed the canopy of tree tops one way and the other,
all at the same time, yet I was quickly surrounded by the gentleness of the forest,
a safe place deep in the coolness of the earth.
The wildflowers were blue this time, while the vanity of the woodpecker could be heard
in the distance. And I wondered how far a prayer could travel, certainly beyond the poplar and oak trees…
I understood then, how peace walked this earth, from the very beginning.
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As writers we see with our eyes, our hearts,
our spirits even
dismantling prejudice
we have visions of wings
sensing the value
of each and every person,
and then……
a new day dawns
so we write it all down.
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I saw the sunrise on Christmas morning, and somehow…..
the world seemed a little more peaceful,
a little more hopeful…..
Amen.
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The sky was grey this morning, and I couldn’t find the words anywhere,
until I took the weight off my shoulders,
lifted a prayer
and stopped trying to save the world.
Then my grey sky turned blue,
words landed, took shape
and I could even write a poem
or two.
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Even in our fractured spirits hope finds a way, finds an opening
so that we begin to long for the healing,
allowing the peace to take over
as if we were the ocean
unlimited,
filled
with sunlight.
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As I walk along the beach, sensing the rhythm of the waves,
the depth of the horizon,
and the brightness of the sun,
I allow peace
to free my being
until
I am lifted
to the sky…..
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