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The earth exhales wisps of breath, in the hush of snowflakes,
as peace descends in the wind, but lives deep within us too
in our own breath
as we look up
and taste the snow
on our lips.
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With our spirits gently drifting within and through
the snowfall,
our words will give shape
to our meditation,
even a poem worthy
of silent reflection,
in the quiet
still held by winter.
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The hand of God painting, with a brush filled with snow,
drawing us closer to our healing
within the peace,
within the quiet held by trees
Listen,
what do you hear?
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Even in the grey skies, or when the snow turns to a downpour of rain
we do sense our sacred moments of winter, within
our spirits, receiving the pine trees
casting out
our sense of rejection
and walking as if we are one
with the earth.
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In the moonlight through our window, we hold each other closer
breathing in her hair, I can see the outline of trees covered
again. She whispers in the night, “I’ve always wanted
to be held by you…..” I drift off dreaming
of the wind carrying us away.
Is love softer in the winter snow?
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Pine trees never break in the January wind, instead bending
in their quiet resistance, and yet yielding
creating a stronger hope, they still hold on
to our prayers
even in the fury and wildness
of the January wind.
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As I spoke with God, in the wind and the snow
I had the overwhelming feeling
of eternity whirling, swirling
surrounding my spirit
of a voice calling
in the distance
as if only a thin veil
separated
heaven and earth.
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