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Within the power of our oceans, in the depths
of our unlimited
lives the source of strength
we have sensed, deep
within our hearts
quietly residing
waiting for us
simply
to surrender our pain
and embrace our healing,
the peace
we were always
meant to have.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
Our hearts will be strengthened in proportion to our rivers
as the sunlight confirms our calling that yes,
we can walk in the healing and give,
even more than what we need.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
The beauty of nature often moves our spirits
beyond words
into the realm of prayer,
and meditation
even into the quiet
beyond
what we can see.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
Even in the grey skies, or when the snow turns to a downpour of rain
we do sense our sacred moments of winter, within
our spirits, receiving the pine trees
casting out
our sense of rejection
and walking as if we are one
with the earth.
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Within the healing of nature we begin to see the light of our journey,
glimpses of the courage and strength
we’ve been given.
And somehow,
our heart begins
to speak from the peace
within us.
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Pine trees never break in the January wind, instead bending
in their quiet resistance, and yet yielding
creating a stronger hope, they still hold on
to our prayers
even in the fury and wildness
of the January wind.
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As I spoke with God, in the wind and the snow
I had the overwhelming feeling
of eternity whirling, swirling
surrounding my spirit
of a voice calling
in the distance
as if only a thin veil
separated
heaven and earth.
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