Poems from the Most Sacred Space

Lines and phrases seeking to heal

through our pages,

bring health to our bones

and wisdom,

from the ages.

     

Poems from the most sacred space, the human heart.

     

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Softer than Jade

Softer than jade and much more alive, oak leaves became his treasure that day, as a mystical wind

blew quietly through the trees, and sparrow song created a sacred space,

speaking…through the trees, of emerald poems and diamonds embedded…

in his prayers.

      

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In the Coolness of Leaves

With the windows to my soul fully open, I notice how poems and prayers take shape as I walk, in the deep forest,

seeing beyond a thinner veil, wrapped in birdsong, embraced by the coolness of leaves, and painted…

by sunlight streaming. All whispered into being…by the voice of God.

          

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A Poem Tapped Me on My Shoulder

A poem snuck up on me today, tapped me on my shoulder,

whispered in my ear,

as if hawk’s breath

would made it stronger,

I felt the shifting,

the surprise of a small piece

of light,

the shaping of words and phrases

from my heartflow,

the mystical creation

of poetry.

       

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Note: My break is working! I will post 2-3 times a week for now. Thank you so much for reading!

Poems from Our Wordflow

May our poems emerge from our wordflow,

shaping themselves to encourage

from the stillness

of our peace within.

     

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Writer’s Wings

Even when I’m folding my wings I’m very aware

of the wordflow waiting…

phrases seeking

another river,

another poem

from within my heart.

      

I’m grieving like many of you over the deadly racism in the United States.

Do we have a right to criticize other nations? It’s a sin really from our very beginning.

And I also grieve for how the far-right is ripping us apart. Caring more for their assault rifles than they do for people.

Closer to home my wife needs further treatments for cancer. The last round was not enough.

There will be more aggressive, more invasive treatments and that means more horrible side effects.

And we had a cousin die recently…..from cancer. This was the cousin that had the big family gatherings every year…

for Thanksgiving and Christmas. We’ve eaten at their home many times. He was in his forties, married with children.

I’ve shared these things because I’ve had the wind knocked out of me like I wrote in yesterday’s poem.

No, I don’t feel a need to stop blogging. I still have plenty of wordflow…….somewhere, but I’m grieving.

I just need some restoration, with my wings folded.

     

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Into the Rain

I’m dusting off my leather bound journal, finding my favorite pen, and I’ve put together a small stack of poetry books,

on the kitchen table, including one called, Hope in the Morning……and later a walk into the rain, down by the lake,

if it’s not too cold. I love how rain drops fall, on the water singing their own special music.

Right now though it’s time for some cheesy eggs and toast, dipping in my tea bag into a steaming cup

making English Breakfast tea. I love these rainy mornings……

I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but been taking one day a week to recharge. I work alot

so I find it essential, and maybe we were made this way, but I didn’t pick a particular day, it just kind of happened.

So on late Friday afternoons until sometime on Saturday I’ll disappear, but only a little. I have preplanned a couple of posts.

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

      

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In Those Canyons Within

In those canyons within our lives where we search

for a safe place,

a quiet space,

to renew and begin again

we needn’t look far

to find the open arms

of nature and peace,

allowing

our rivers to run freely.

     

Note: I’m actually off today recharging. Following a one day out of seven concept. Until tomorrow. Peace.

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Woodlands Walk

Sunlight gently danced on wind tossed leaves, as he made his way into the cool calmness of the forest,

the safety of the earth awaiting. And in knowing the trail, his spirit was always refreshed.

      

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Hope Keeps You Alive

I don’t even know how to say this. This is not a joke, it’s not a poem, it’s not a piece of fiction……my wife has cancer again.

This is the 3rd time now, and the mass inside her chest is even bigger than the last time.

To be honest it’s devastating. We are both devastated, and yet……a nurse recently told us,

“Hope keeps you alive.” And that’s so true….we have seen it many times.

I ask for your positive thoughts and prayers, for the one I love.

           

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P.S. I will post some older work for awhile. It will help me to focus and remain active. If you leave messages I will eventually see them.

Yes, we will be taking good care of each other.

Peace.