So often we move, and live in between the beauty of this season,
and the brutality we don’t want to see in our world,
may we learn how to dance, and to love anyway
accepting who we are, choosing to believe
in that hope we know still exists, filled
with dances of light
as we move forward
twirling,
each of us a graceful ballet
of love and new life.
Amen.
Merry Christmas everyone!
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A poem will often carry my spirit into the mountains
where I hover
and pray over the land.
I did get glimpse once
of the healing so elusive
in our world today.
May rays of light continue
to shape our words
into prayers,
into poems
until the scars
vanish away.
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The strength of our healing will never come from our shields,
or our bows launching
instead we will walk in a new light lifted
from the power of our flowers
and from the peace
of our streams,
flowing deep
within our spirits.
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The simple yet sacred truth living
within the heart of a tulip
is that love still lingers,
and flows within our beings
carrying us
far beyond the darkest ruins
of our world,
of our lives
until we are refreshed,
it has always been this way.
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When the peace of spring flows through me
I usually wait, and listen
in the quiet place,
in that part of me where I’m open
carrying a sense
of wonder
and awe.
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The wind I know never leaves this Earth, moving
teaching the mighty oaks to bend, or caressing
the most gentle of all flowers, once
I saw the mountain wind make a man cry,
with his prayers carried throughout the Earth
his broken heart beginning to mend
the wind announced his need in Singapore
and rain fell washing him,
the wind can do all that,
have you seen the wind move?
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Life from the earth once frozen reinforces we are loved,
yet I wonder, isn’t there redemption
in each season? a way
for us to discover who
we really are, and
who we were always
meant to be, to find
that place, that space of the heart
that speaks
of wholeness
that we’ve always dreamed about,
and have always needed.
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A peaceful heart creates a wordflow
even more beautiful,
forgotten phrases
become real again,
hidden strength
arises.
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Shifting winds blew through her long hair,
as she walked through the park
trying to make sense of it all, she couldn’t
and it didn’t, none of it made sense
all that she had been through,
yet spring was here,
and cherry blossoms roared within her heart
she knew hope,
was not far away, and she decided
that was enough for her,
it was more than enough
as the wind tossed
cherry blossoms into her hair.
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P.S. As a writer I find I can write easily with either a male or female voice.
Softer and softer still, the sun caresses
the Earth awake,
gently probing the soil,
releasing our flowers to begin again
our growth, in the wonder
and beauty
of spring.
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