The Sunlight Streaming Through the Forest

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I’m ready now My Love to walk closer, to go deeper, as we watch the sunlight streaming through the forest,

absorbing the darkness surrounding the oak trees and the pines, in the coolness

of the morning.  Hold me My Love, and let’s lift up a prayer, thanking Him

for the beauty. In close, and as we touch each other’s hair

the light dances, on both of us.

      

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Our Own Wings Living in Our Hearts

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As our spring brings new life, and the poetry we so desperately needed

rises as a Phoenix, the words will surprise us, taking us,

farther than we ever could have imagined,

up and beyond, straight into the heart of God even. 

But only if we have eyes to see

our own wings

living 

in our hearts.

      

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The Sacred Moments of a Spring Morning

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As the tulips stretch, and open their petals to the morning sun

a bluebird carries small twigs, to her new found home,

while she listens to the chorus of robin song.

And tucked away in a bungalow, are an older couple

refusing to let go of the sheets, staring

in each other’ eyes, pledging themselves

all over again, as if

they had just fallen

in love.

    

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Love Reflections II

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People did want to stone us, do you remember North Carolina, My Love, as they picked up the rocks? The ungodly imbedded code of hating us, our two different colors. They were blind though.

But we walked through their fire, as we always did for years later, and we reached farther, taking hold of the holy bonding. In our fire we were victorious

fooling every one of them

by getting married, and staying that way. Even though they still stare at us in Pennsylvania. 

    

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