What words can I shape, to tell that in these woods
I am made strong?
That hope runs deep here,
through the veins of oak
and pine, and maple trees,
through the earth
lives the permanence
the assurance of oneness
where there are no shadows
to be afraid of,
how can I ever express Lord God
that I am never alone,
covered in the warmth
of the blue sky.
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In the tree tops, wind moves through the remaining leaves
and I remember September
when autumn was young
and winter
was only a distant memory.
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Within the safe haven of leaves and tree branches,
within the depth of the lake,
the stillness
of water reflecting,
the softness will whisper
of peace, of a healing within
bringing a quiet
to our spirits.
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As I walked into the woods today the light was already dancing,
filtered through the leaves,
pulling me,
pulling my spirit closer,
into the healing.
I stood for a long time
at rest, confident,
grateful even
that I was part of the earth now,
part
of the light dancing.
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Note: From my archives.
As the wind moves through the canopy of forest,
memories of prayers sway
with the branches, listening
for the healing, I close my eyes
and realize
there will be no war
to shield my scars,
only a light rain now falling,
renewing a song……
within me.
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Note: From my archives a revised poem.
Butterflies dance in the forest, discovering the leaves
while the buzzing from a honey bee flies over,
but it’s the deer that discovers me first,
expecting her to run,
I whisper blessings,
with her heart at peace again
she bends down to feed.
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The summer light seems so much more beautiful, streaming
through the coolness and comfort
of the dark forest.
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Our mountains seem quieter now, the silence
of bare trees, fewer boots disturbing
the trails, and creatures of the forest
choosing to stay
indoors, preferring the burrows
of warm earth, covered
with layers of dry leaves.
As the hawk flies further away
searching for her food.
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I remember the forest speaking, being lifted up with birdsong, woodpecker knocking
under the watchful eye of the hawk, and I will try not to dwell on the death of the colors
as I bury the leaves under my feet, instead I will look forward to the birth
and the snow that covers us, with so much peace.
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In the August woods I love how the leaves cover us
and the noise of politicians is erased, even the highway
becomes a distant memory as our souls
find protection in the trees, our minds,
free now to listen, and
be healed.
And our heartbeat and our breathing become noticeably important,
in the stillness, and in the life, of the woods.
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
