Like many other writers, he refused to see winter as an old grey barn,
or a frozen field abandoned,
and in his walks he really did get infused,
his spirit was lifted.
And he used his wings
to write it all down.
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When we lift our heartsong in these times
of uncertainty and strife,
even our wings
will be restored
our voices strengthened,
through shaping our poems
and prayers.
Have you encouraged someone today?
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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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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!
Our hearts will not answer the call of our scars forever,
because hope finds the light,
holding us steady,
giving us a vision
for a brighter tomorrow….
aren’t you glad?
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Pink and green, defeat darkness
every single time,
always have,
always will,
aren’t you glad
God made flowers?
Rhododendron
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When I went up on the ridge that day I had my raincoat on, the one with the hood,
and checked for my mask in the ziploc. Seeking my rock, my thinking rock, my prayer
and meditation rock, there was comfort when I found it and I sat down silently, even in the rain
I could sense the quiet of the forest. I closed my eyes and quieted my spirit…..realizing I didn’t need to find some new deep revelation,
or write a poem producing lightning on a page, some awe inspiring lines, one poem
out doing another, until the lines faded. That was all nonsense. I could just be who I was,
and write quietly of healing and nature, and peace. Praying on a rock up high, sitting in the rain.
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In the quiet of solitude will we grow stronger?
Will heaven open peace to us?
Let us walk towards
the reconnecting,
as the flowers speak to us
of new life,
encouraging.
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As isolation, and a cold rain batter against our windows
threatening take to take our spring away,
threatening our joy
we know our victory
is not far away,
so redeeming the time
we pick up our paper and pen,
turning the pages,
finishing another chapter,
telling the story,
no one else can tell.
Have you written today?
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A partial rebuke of the winter wind,
brings the warmer air
exposing the first flowers,
unashamed to embrace
a brighter sun.
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