meditation – Ancient Skies

Birdsong Travels

In waves of cloudflow, birdsong travels

to a future time, sending notes

and prayers

to our coming spring.

And Earth begins her warming.

The Wind Coming Down from the Mountains

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As the winter storm roared through the trees, thunder rumbled rolling

through the valley, having been sent down the side of the mountain,

and I realized our spirits are so fragile, we often sense

the loneliness of the wind, with snowflakes swirling,

and yet inside our cocoons, we acknowledge the safety

and that God was never angry, even though

He probably does live in the wind

coming down

from the mountains.

As Light in this World

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If we walk as light in this world the windows of heaven

will open, and we will be

stunned

with the beauty

we can create,

going far beyond

whatever fears

we once had.

Prayers from the Earth

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In the soft blue of a winter morning, the wind shifts

and snowflakes fall quietly, from tree branches.

Honoring the peace, I breathe in prayers

from the earth, a most ancient ritual

of healing the spirit.

Within Each Poem

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Within each poem, can be both beauty and pain,

a more peaceful flow to a jagged edge

as the writer twists

and turns the words,

searching

for the healing

enfolded.

The Quiet of Our Spirits

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Nature will usually run its course regardless

of whether our wounds are healed,

but sometimes snow can speak

to who we are,

and who we would like to be.

It all starts with the quiet

of our spirits.

When Snowflakes Start Us Dreaming

When snowflakes start us dreaming,

with a softness descending

there is usually peace enfolding

before the end

of the storm.

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