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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As I walk through the woods now, there are so many maple leaves descending,
oaks leaves spinning
floating,
finding tree bark to hold onto
then falling again.
Others refuse to let go
shimmering
in the soft autumn sun.
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And I realize I’ve known so many heart songs,
of prior seasons…..of heartbreaks,
opening, bringing in the light
gliding into open spaces
and guiding me
with phrases.
So I wonder, and I look forward to
the heart songs
yet to be discovered.
Autumn wordflow.
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