So often we move, and live in between the beauty of this season,
and the brutality we don’t want to see in our world,
may we learn how to dance, and to love anyway
accepting who we are, choosing to believe
in that hope we know still exists, filled
with dances of light
as we move forward
twirling,
each of us a graceful ballet
of love and new life.
Amen.
Merry Christmas everyone!
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As I walk in the woods, in these moments of birds in the leaves
there is a stillness within, listening
and somehow, like nowhere else
I’m drawn in
closer to knowing
some type of presence,
a tangible, formerly unknown
as if God is walking in the forest
with me.
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The wholeness so elusive is not hidden in the dark,
yet sometimes in the beauty of the night
we find ourselves through
our tears
and our prayers.
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When thunder was born, God wasn’t angry,
He was moving the heavens around
simply making room,
for all our prayers.
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Healing descends in my long walks through the forest now,
leaves falling, twirling
taking my breath away as I realize the simplicity
of healing,
the reality
of what love can do.
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Somehow it was the light through the leaves that caught my attention, I paused…..realizing I could hope again,
I closed my eyes and at first a prayer took shape, and then my wordflow began to be born again.
A poem spun, dancing in the sunlight as I stood amazed,
in the new day of the forest….
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As the trail opened up on top of the ridge, I was surprised by the brightness of the sun. Wildflowers in the tall grass moved gently in the wind.
I marveled at my spirit being at rest once again, and I was lifted into a space…..I had always wanted to discover.
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On some days there are prayer poems dancing, maneuvering within my being,
and I can only hold them until the midday sun, giving them wings,
letting them go, watching them spin ascending
into that space between earth and sky
into the air unfettered
they fly.
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And in the light dancing on the leaves, I knew then there was never a question of where to find wholeness,
or how the broken heart can mend. The leaves moved gently and the light spoke
as only light can speak. So I closed my eyes
allowing the healing
to begin.
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My father-in-law fought in World War II, and was there for the invasion of Normandy. Specifically he was on Omaha Beach and lived to tell about it. Later he fought in the Korean War.
My Dad was in the military too but due to his age he was in between the wars. They are both long since passed away.
It’s difficult to know sometimes what to write on days like today. It’s a solemn day, remembering all those who gave their lives fighting…..for our democracy.
For me personally, I thank God for them. I’m also grateful to come from a long line of fighting Nazis, and right wing extremism.
Wishing you peace today. Let’s remember….. to remember.
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