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Wet sand under our feet, as we walk a few more minutes along our beach
wind caressing our faces, and for some reason My Love
the seagulls object to our hand holding,
our salty kisses
as we surround ourselves
in the waves.
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Note: We haven’t been to the beach yet this year. We are still hoping to.
As the pine trees sway in the warm summer breeze,
I finally reach the top of the ridge
and my heart skips
a beat
while the ascending begins
I look up
and a prayer escapes,
from my heart.
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I hid my heart in the fragrance of June
never looking back
I was stunned by her glory
while embracing the healing.
Wholeness
enfolded me.
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In the wildflowers and ferns, summer
reclaims the earth, and embraces
the sun, spreading peace
throughout the forest.
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Redwing blackbird sitting on a branch, singing
our summer songs, with a little streak
of red, to add some fire
to his prayers.
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On the tree tops, where the leaves meet the skies,
where blue jays fuss, and robins gather
with a few sparrows
an offering lifted, the wind
carrying our prayer
with streaks of light
dancing through the treetops,
on a summer evening.
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As Mallards pruned themselves on the shore, robins sang good morning songs,
while the early morning light began reflecting on the stream.
And then, for a moment, for only a moment
all the creatures paused, praying
for our world, to have peace.
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