On the edge of autumn, where winter borders the mountains
a clouded sky,
muted light
bring a softness to the silence
and I can see my breath,
as I gently shape
another prayer
to the sky.
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Category: light
The Legend of the Lone Wolf
In the beginning of all things there was only the lone wolf, having been made by the moon and the sun.
He carried our world gently between his teeth, yet there were earthquakes and storms as he wandered our galaxy, running through stars.
He let our world go, setting us in place. And when the Earth settled he made humans from sticks and some mud.
At first the lone wolf was happy with humans, seeing us playing, enjoying the Earth,
but he saw our hearts turn to darkness some of us ripping the Earth and hurting each other.
He was sorry that he made humans.
He ran away lamenting, howling even.
To this day, if you listen closely
you can even hear him…..
in the wind.
Note: Influenced by Native American/First Nations stories
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A Silver Thread
A silver thread of dawn waking, sky held
muted
in the stillness
his eyes felt heavy brushing the stardust away,
he’d been dreaming of the ancients,
of poems from sages
with prophecies revealed
and the power of psalms.
Could his pen hold the light?
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Glimpses of Light
As the Spirit of Lying continues to strangle Washington D.C.,
choking our democracy,
ripping our unity
we do occasionally have glimpses of light.
And the light of truth
will prevail,
subduing even the far right subverting,
Lying to win, winning at all costs,
will eventually
destroy itself.
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Pure Light
Pure light will always make shadows,
as if covering us
with a set of wings
enabling, showing us
we can walk through it
causing our heart
to have confidence.
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In Every Season
In every season there is joy, waiting to be found,
carried on the wind
as the sun gently warms
our faces,
bringing a sense of wholeness
to who we are.
I’m having a wonderful time with writing, and photography. Thank you for reading!
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Night Song Lingered
Night Song lingered gently as sunlight broke open the sky,
ducks stirred
in their feathers,
and sparrows began their day
painting the canvas
of the blue sky.
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