The fragments, the shattered pieces of our inner rooms, will seek their own healing
when our minds turn to the sun,
and our eyes take in,
the encouragement of a flower.
Sometimes,
all we need
is one.
And the light dawns,
that we are made too.
Spring.
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I write of peace, of nature, healing, discovery, renewal, of God being in the woods. There is spirit and wings, for each of us I think. A quiet heart seeking.
Yet within each of us there are different rivers, sources of inspiration. For example I love writing fiction. Did you know I had a fiction blog at one point?
And with yesterday’s post about the Capitol riot you saw yet another river from my heart. If I had the time (and I don’t) I could start a blog offering political analysis and commentary.
And yes each post can be a risk, if we push the boundaries of where we were. For “Flags and Banners” I was already expecting a much lower response. It’s the nature of that type of post.
And that’s ok.
So my point is – explore who you are as a writer, as an artist. Take chances, discover the new……and most of all……follow your heart.
Peace.
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Raindrops tumble through layers of new leaves,
as birdsong from hidden branches,
makes it’s way ascending,
as if the heavens needed a few more hymns
to celebrate
the new life of spring.
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And when the sun did return, God left us a garden bouquet
as a reminder
of Who
made the earth.
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When our rivers speak to us our words and phrases will flow
from hearts alive with the dance of spring,
and the sun
shining brightly.
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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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The space between our wounds, was always meant for the peace descending,
in the form of light.
Wholeness
in our spirit wings.
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Softly and gently pieces of our heart song cling to the corners of snowflakes lingering, floating
phrases tossed and spun, in the velocity of the wind,
until
we remember.
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Sometimes winter has a way,
of taking our breath way.
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My heartbeat quickened as I reached the top of the ridge carrying winter’s breath,
a sense of awe enfolded me, hope within the blue sky,
peace so amazingly present
covering
each one of us.
The expanse.
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