A Silver Thread

A silver thread of dawn waking, sky held

muted

in the stillness

his eyes felt heavy brushing the stardust away,

he’d been dreaming of the ancients,

of poems from sages

with prophecies revealed

and the power of psalms.

Could his pen hold the light?

      

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Glimpses of Light

As the Spirit of Lying continues to strangle Washington D.C.,

choking our democracy,

ripping our unity 

we do occasionally have glimpses of light.

And the light of truth

will prevail,

subduing even the far right subverting,

Lying to win, winning at all costs,

will eventually

destroy itself.

     

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Hope Moving in Our Oceans

Hope seldom comes down vertically, as if falling down from above, usually hope moves along horizontally from one person,

to another, to another, to another…… as in waves moving through our oceans.

Have you encouraged someone today? 

       

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