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What is it we search for within the waves?
Is it simply the rhythm
of the earth washing our spirits,
or maybe a reflection
pulling from our memories within?
Mostly I think, we become……
at peace with ourselves.
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When we speak of peace, we not only speak for ourselves but also for the interests of others,
for the idea of peace is filled with wholeness, a sense of healing, a sense of safety and being protected,
a sense of being accepted, of being loved, and even having bread for our physical bodies.
May we all have peace.
Amen.
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Even in our fractured spirits hope finds a way, finds an opening
so that we begin to long for the healing,
allowing the peace to take over
as if we were the ocean
unlimited,
filled
with sunlight.
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In each temple garden, in each heart opened,
a choice is made
to either seek light and pursue it,
or to only hide in the shadows
with nothing to say.
Is your temple speaking?
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Under the willow tree, I pause by the river touching
the bark,
as a blackbird glides
over the water
to an oak tree
on the other side.
I focus
on the depth moving slowly,
releasing a prayer
within a whisper,
into the wind.
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Note: From my archives, a revised poem.
We cannot own love and grasp it tightly,
but we are simply filled,
allowing it to move within us,
starting as a stream moving
into the power of a river,
even filling us as an ocean
untamed,
covered
by an endless sky.
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Note: From my archives.
As sunlight pierced his shadows
he let go of a prayer
and gave it wings,
by forgiving.
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