When we seek our healing, grasping all the light we can reach
we will be amazed
by our wordflow ascending,
building a stronger wing,
watching the pain fall
quietly
to the ground.
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Category: writing poetry
Swirling in the Snow and the Wind
Sometimes barely a thread connects my spirit to wordflow
and yet I find my voice surprising me
in a snow covered forest,
as if the wind was whispering
my name, and somehow knew me
more than I ever thought possible.
And so I write these few lines
hoping and praying
that a poem lives within.
Listen……do you hear your own whispers?
they’re swirling in the snow
and the wind.
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In Our Peace
In our peace, our eyes fill with visions of wordflow
drawing from beyond our ownselves attached,
connected seeking the eternal.
Poems or maybe prayers
without words shaping themselves
into a beauty
we can all understand.
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The Strength of Our Poetry
The strength of our poetry does not depend only
on our maneuvering of words
but the depth of our wounds,
and being filled overwhelmingly
with the healing.
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Writing with the Winter Wind
I haven’t decided yet if I’m still a river, but in the winter I do seek to write, filled with the winter wind,
with a touch of sparkle glinting off the snow. I reach in, and out at the same time with at least a partial measure of spirit, or try to.
I find writing from the spirit to be more honest, shaping words from what we cannot see. Connecting.
I love writing, so thank you for reading my posts!
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Whispering into the Woods
When I whispered into the woods today,
into the peace,
into the quiet waiting,
poems escaped
and prayers took shape lifting themselves
far beyond the tallest trees,
and I realized I was filtering
through the sunlight and the shade.
We need both really
to understand
our own
heart language.
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The Wings of Birds Soaring
Wordflow only holds onto the healing of poetry
as long as bitterness is cast away
spinning, descending
back to where it came from.
Our best work
lives with a heart running strong
like prayers on the wings
of birds soaring.
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