The Light was Already Dancing


As I walked into the woods today, the light was already dancing,

filtered through the leaves, pulling me,

pulling my spirit further

into the healing, I stood

for a long time at rest, confident,

grateful even, that I was made,

part of the earth now,

part of the light dancing.


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Rivers, one of nature’s ways of filling us with awe,

the silence of peace

nourishing our spirits with refreshing

from above, healing

and giving us strength and the audacity

to believe in love, the value

of each of us, here

on the earth.

A revelation really

that we are connected.


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Her Future Glory


It was a small flame, on a single tree leaning, as if she had been hiding

high in the mountains, on a cool crisp morning,

revealing only a part

of her future glory.

I smiled remembering her fire,

of yellow, gold, and red, so I breathed in

the leaves knowing

we would all be embraced soon,

by the brilliant fire

of autumn.


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