The Quiet of Our Spirits

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Nature will usually run its course regardless

of whether our wounds are healed,

but sometimes snow can speak

to who we are,

and who we would like to be.

It all starts with the quiet

of our spirits.

      

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Silently Through the Pine Trees Unseen

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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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Down by the Lake

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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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As the Snow Fell Quietly

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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.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies