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When it snows I often think about God,
it must be exhausting carrying
the weight of knowing everything,
all the time
yet He moves silently through
the pine trees unseen,
and when He walks, there are never
any tracks in the snow,
only the peace
He left behind.
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When ice flow melds into the ravens’ wings, freezing
and hindering their hate
we will drape ourselves with immeasurable beauty
the pine trees magnificent,
the strength
of the colder air
and the peace washing us
in the snow,
all within
the flow
of the winter sun.
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As the autumn quietly abandons the forest,
slipping through the brush
whispering,
the trees become silent now
occasionally entertaining
a ghost
or a few lost leaves.
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We can see our breath now My Love, especially down by the lake,
and as we pull close silently
closing our eyes,
I can see the fog drifting
over the water,
as if there is a voice drawing us,
and the trees
are our witnesses
as we take off our gloves to hold hands,
loosing track of time,
staring then
into each other’s face.
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There was a presence in the trees, as the snow fell quietly
it nearly took his breath away, this presence counted his scars,
and then there were none
as if he looked back
as a survivor
that could see the air now
a presence that held him
still, he remembered it suddenly
as if it were light.
Yes,
it was called
peace.
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Within the wind of our spirits moving,
turning, searching for
our answers
we will feel stronger
within our depths
even at a greater peace
when we say yes
to being loved.
Accepted and secure
we finally take hold
of the right questions.
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Soft words filling our depths, the deepest parts
of our spirits,
will help us to focus
on the peace within,
will quiet our hearts
as if we were made
from the sky
and water.
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