Morning light on the water gently awakens me, as the curtains move stirring my spirit,
shaping a poem. My Love moves closer, still sleeping
a soft sound of sheets and pillows,
and I love the way the sunlight rests
on her bare shoulder.
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There is a warm breeze now, slowly pushing its way over the lake,
holding a scent of water and trees, coming to rest
on my face. I look up seeking the revelation of sky in my life
never ending yet within my soul, I reach
for the pen that’s filling itself once again.
I marvel at words, trying not to gasp
holding the photograph
in my mind, I begin again
to write.
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In the dawn over the lake, crows break the silence with their morning gossip,
as the steel grey slowly releases
the blue,
and the green of the shoreline.
I take another breath,
copying the dawn releasing
the worries of this world.
Spring bringing freedom.
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Silver threads of the lake at dawn,
with whispers of deliverance
to awaken,
to transform the grey
to a startling blue,
and the beginning
of birdsong.
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Peace
in the stillness
of the lake,
and I barely remember
what I was holding on to.
Let go. Be kind to yourself.
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Well I don’t have a sandwich to talk about today, but I am looking forward to some roasted red pepper hummus, on some pita bread,
whole wheat of course. And some sparkling water with some lemon-lime flavoring will be a special treat.
I’ve been realizing that I’m pushing too hard again. There are a lot of hours at work, a number of doctor’s appointments, and blogging too.
Please remember I’m not a professional blogger. I need rest, just like I write about!
In the most ancient of times, the One who made us all, the One who has always been,
told us to take a break once in awhile. One day in seven sounds great to me!
I’ll post a little, and be back to reading your great posts in a few days.
Now all I need is a spoon for this excellent hummus.
Wishing you peace! Stay healthy!
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As I sat by the lake today, a prism of light reflecting
I wondered how water could hold
so much calm within us, for us,
filling our very core
giving us a sense
of wholeness.
And somehow the water….
becomes part of us.
Meditation.
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Even in the cold grey dawn, poets will often search
the shoreline, looking for a glimpse of wordflow, in the silence listening
releasing any bitterness to receive it as a soft rain begins washing their spirits,
stunned here and there, at the beauty of a simple phrase……or a line.
And somewhere in the wind…..there’s a story.
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When I was a river the wordflow was easier,
and now there are still waters
running deeper
so I meditate,
diving within
to find the treasure.
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In the heat of summer, the lake often calls to artists and dreamers
in the coolness of water,
and the explosion of green.
And sometimes…. even prayers
are sculpted,
given shape, given light,
flowing through our hearts and escaping.
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