It is in the struggle of climbing we are strengthened,
and we will finally know our wings
when we carry a heart willing,
to trust again.
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Loving peace, we often seek the mountains,
the perfect blend
of earth and blue sky,
not hearing the angels,
yet we become grounded
and hopeful,
finding the strength
to believe again.
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As he stood there in his mountain song, he remembered the prayers of the fathers, the voices of his mothers uplifted,
and he knew his strength was not of this world, it was his spirit, it was always his spirit that gave him strength……
he closed his eyes then, taking in visions of the never ending river, listening to the comfort….
of the wind.
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It wasn’t until he was near the top of the ridge that he distinctly heard a set of wings, it was unmistakable…
so he looked up into the brightness of the sun. He saw nothing…but felt the presence of wings.
Was it an eagle’s spirit, or an angel? He couldn’t tell. And then one single white feather, tinged with grey came floating down,
landing on his shoulder, and for some reason he felt….well protected. Then he remembered,
that feathers could be held as sacred…..he carried that feather in his hand to the top of the mountain,
then he closed his eyes, whispering a prayer. He didn’t know it then, but a very large shadow of wings covered him……
so completely.
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Bluejays sang their most sacred songs in the highest branches of the tallest trees,
while the blue sky shifted and white clouds followed that rugged trail,
he ascended, heart full of burdens seeking that place, that place where God lived, or least
it seemed that way, to the top… on the largest of rocks, where everything could be seen,
that special place of a calmness where violence was always rejected, and light….could be tangibly felt.
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I found wordflow in the mountains,
healing for body,
and soul.
Hiking boots, and camera.
Note: I’m on a one day break today. See you very soon!
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I may not get to the mountain top today,
or walk in the tall grass
but I can surround myself
with the woods, seeking light,
or walk by the lake,
pause on a rock watching
the ducks gently paddle,
as I close my eyes,
breathing deep.
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Note: I like many of you, feel a need to have an inner quiet, a time to reassess and pull back.
I know I always work too hard, post too often. And everytime I say I’m taking a break, it doesn’t happen for long. It’s who I am I guess.
One way I have made time though, is by sharing from my archives. So I’ll do that for awhile, and post less often.
My priorities are to take care of my wife, and my own health.
I’ll also be spending even more time outside (yay!), learning more yoga, exercising, and reading.
I love reading paranormal spy thriller novels, and poetry. My favorite poets right now are Rupi Kaur and Courtney Peppernell.
Thank you for reading!
Did you know the sacred moves within us?
shifting our vision, moving
our hearts,
as if ancient mountains
restored us, to the people
we really should be.
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As sunlight pierced his shadows
he let go of a prayer
and gave it wings,
by forgiving.
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