He was Never Alone


Standing on top of the mountain he could see so many wounds now

on the earth as if people had allowed faith

to pass through

without paying attention,

so the paths overgrown


though he often

respected the candles

he walked beyond what had been

letting go of tired sermons,

the worn out reaching

but he never lost himself,


within the light bathing, the songs

of the leaves

the forest spoke to his heart,

that he was never


Not ever.


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As if This Moment Was All New


Within the soft movement of leaves

a poem stirred within me,

and still

I knew the healing

held my breath in wonder

as if this moment

was all new

had just been discovered,

and the light

filled me

once again.


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