All it takes is the light of the shimmering lake,
to wash me clean
from the scars of the city,
sensing quiet in my spirit,
restoring hope
within my vision.
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Category: light
We Hope to Find the Morning Light
Within our ruins, silent prayers for courage
to overcome the rubble
to pursue the healing
even through the graveyards of betrayal
we hope
to find the morning light
while rebuking
the ghosts
of the night
still lingering.
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As the Dawn Breaks
Slowly, as the dawn breaks through our broken night
do we accept the vision
or do we flee
like a blackbird
escaping the light?
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In Stillness the Lake Remembers
Currents, running deep beneath the surface
in stillness,
the lake remembers
our need for prayer
in a world of anger
we can still discover
the peace of the lake,
and the wholeness
of the quiet
within.
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Why I Wear Blue Now
I used to wear that conservative face, born again tying my heart to the right, wearing red
but there were too many times
we were angry with the poor,
seeing only strangers
in our land, taking our money,
our jobs, too many times
we were angry
at a black president,
and there were too many speeches
saying we were right
when the truth was we were wrong.
And there were too many times I knew
global warming was real,
so even before the insanity
of lying took power
I moved my house.
And blue fits me so much better now
as I look in the mirror.
Yes I still believe in God,
and I believe
Dr. Ford.
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Note: Blue here symbolizes progressives, and red symbolizes conservatives.
Peaceful Shades of Light
Peaceful shades of light, reflecting, calling forth
our words, shaping lines gently
as if our poem
was pulled from the depths
of our meditation.
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Each Leaf Transforming
The sacred songs of crickets seem softer now
as a quiet presence
moves through the forest
trees tuck in, surrounded
by cooler air,
conserving energy
for the greater glory,
the peace and brilliance
of each leaf
transforming.
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