In the silence of the woodlands snow, the dawn emerges blue
and all I can sense besides a sparrow,
is God’s presence moving
through the trees,
so I lift some quiet words
as a prayer…..
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On that day, answers remained without their questions defined,
so I ascended into the sky, seeking the peace
that surpasses all understanding,
it was my spirit that knew,
more than my mind,
it was always my spirit…..
so I ignored the early
and the latter storms
until my wholeness was completed….
it wasn’t easy though,
is it ever really easy?
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Words sifting, shaping, even ascending
through my heart
from the gentle depths,
of blue softly whispering
from a day of rest,
spirit expanding,
stretching forth
as if it was new.
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