With the windows to my soul fully open, I notice how poems and prayers take shape as I walk, in the deep forest,
seeing beyond a thinner veil, wrapped in birdsong, embraced by the coolness of leaves, and painted…
by sunlight streaming. All whispered into being…by the voice of God.
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Leaves dance to the rhythm of the rain, while tree limbs sway and I realize,
something within me enjoys the wildness of the storm, thunder rolls and boils in the sky,
yet I’m not afraid, instead…amazed how creation nourishes the earth, as the rain becomes gentle again.
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In this age of racism and strife, I wanted to make a statement that all people are welcome here!
Regardless of your race, or where you are from, or your language, or religion, or if you have no religion,
you are welcome here. Unless you’re a bully! No bullies are allowed on this site.
Diversity is a strength. We each have something important to contribute to our world.
I so appreciate all my readers!
Thank you so much!
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“Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.”
“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
Great leadership seeks wisdom from above,
and maintains a confident yet humble heart.
Amen.
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May our poems emerge from our wordflow,
shaping themselves to encourage
from the stillness
of our peace within.
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The river slowly flowing, around logs, over and around rocks,
as if silence was waiting,
a peace settled in over the water,
or was it filling those empty chambers
I had prayed about?
No matter, river peace
had descended in its special way,
once again.
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Each moment with My Love, on the park bench, listening
to the music of water,
surrounded
by layers of leaves,
we whisper
sweet talk absorbed,
into the dogwood trees.
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In all that we see around us, and in our world, does our wordflow, our paintflow, become affected?
We often see with our hearts – so how do we respond? I wonder at times if I should stop blogging.
I won’t replay the news but so many horrible things are happening. Racism, killings in the street, disease taking so many away, and an economy faltering.
How can I write, or attempt to write something beautiful in these difficult times?
Well maybe, just maybe that’s the best time to write, and create artwork.
We don’t turn a blind eye, yet we offer hope by sharing our hearts through our creations.
And hopefully……we share something beautiful…..with our world.
Amen.
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When we speak of peace,
love becomes
not only possible
but tangible,
flowing through
our hearts and lives.
Encourage someone.
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Peace
in the stillness
of the lake,
and I barely remember
what I was holding on to.
Let go. Be kind to yourself.
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