On that day, answers remained without their questions defined,
so I ascended into the sky, seeking the peace
that surpasses all understanding,
it was my spirit that knew,
more than my mind,
it was always my spirit…..
so I ignored the early
and the latter storms
until my wholeness was completed….
it wasn’t easy though,
is it ever really easy?
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As I looked up the wind had ceased, yet the heavens roared,
until the storm clouds had been defeated,
so too our spirits battle
for peace in a frightened
and fractured world.
A gentle rain will return,
as the sun once again
declares the victory,
with a peaceful flow
streaming
across the sky.
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The solar wind continued to pound and rattle the triple pane glass. Inside there was chaos as people raced in every direction, watching the sky shift and break up, feeling the weight of the wind pressing in on them.
The two of them continued their meal quietly, and she stabbed another piece of broccoli. This time there was more anger in her voice, looking me square in the eyes she said,
“You realize of course the last shuttle leaves in seven minutes……(looking at the clock on the wall) actually six minutes and fifty seconds now?” “And the nuclear wave in ten?”
I nodded silently. And yet I hesitated…….we had only met each other, 15 minutes ago…..
to be continued tomorrow.
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Note: This is fiction.
A storm rolled through the valley today,
as I listened, to the thunder speaking
I was grateful
for the peace yet remaining
in the mountains.
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I turn towards the light, spinning some words, singing a phrase
expecting the revelation, instead water falls on me
but I am cleansed mostly
fig leaves never hiding me
or the words I’ve been carrying for so long,
waiting to write. So I begin again….
We all have a story.
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Torrential rains in a downpour
as the wind roars, ripping
through trees,
while dark clouds
cover the mountains,
making them invisible.
And I wonder – does God make storms so we can rest and do some writing?
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Have you ever been in a car accident? Or had your house on fire, or needed an ambulance? Or been caught in a blizzard?
This is a thank you to all of the emergency personnel that help us in our greatest times of need – thank you!
You are some of the most amazing people! You are the greatest of all heroes!
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A quiet storm, as snow clouds roll down from the mountains
drifting over the valley carrying a few small flakes
meandering, swirling here
and there, and as I look beyond
the grey and white, I can see the shape
of hawk wings, his wings cutting the air,
his strength bringing
larger flakes, I quietly wish him,
“Good hunting my brother……”
as I zip up my jacket further,
and continue walking, now covered
in a deluge
of white.
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If we join our hands, and our hearts My Love,
perhaps our world will be
more beautiful when we open our eyes,
and if not, then at least
we will have the strength
to make it through
the storms.
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In our seasons hidden
a mystery of nature,
teaching us
we are not in control
of our storms,
and yet
we are so completely,
undeniably
loved,
even in the rain.
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