Grey Sky Blue Sky

The sky was grey this morning, and I couldn’t find the words anywhere,

until I took the weight off my shoulders,

lifted a prayer

and stopped trying to save the world.

Then my grey sky turned blue,

words landed, took shape

and I could even write a poem

or two.

    

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Lifted to the Sky

As I walk along the beach, sensing the rhythm of the waves,

the depth of the horizon,

and the brightness of the sun,

I allow peace

to free my being

until

I am lifted

to the sky…..

    

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Butterflies Dance in the Forest

Butterflies dance in the forest, discovering the leaves

while the buzzing from a honey bee flies over,

but it’s the deer that discovers me first,

expecting her to run,

I whisper blessings,

with her heart at peace again

she bends down to feed.

    

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The Words I’ve Been Carrying

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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As the Wind Moves

As the wind moves through the tall grass of the mountain

with a soft voice, a whisper really

reminding

we are of the earth carrying 

fragments of soil in our veins,

pieces of clay in our bones

and an echo of the divine

in our skies.

    

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In the Wild Wind Down by the Lake

In the wild wind down by the lake today, my hat blew off

and flew away, while the Mallard snickered

and the heron smiled silently.

I know he smiled

he was holding back a laugh.

I saw him with my own eyes,

no really, I did.

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On a Quiet Wooded Trail

Perhaps all we really need is to lose ourselves

on a quiet wooded trail,

lifting our heads to the warm caresses

of the sun on our faces,

to fill our lungs with the air

from blue skies,

to embrace the power

and the beauty

of all that was made.

    

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