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With our heart songs, with those unspoken prayers,
we shape and reshape the pliable scars
until, there’s a viable spirit
once again, for ascending
for some pulling down of heaven
to us
creating the hope for our art,
for our children
a future
we can believe in.
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In our walk, within our journey
it’s so easy to lose sight
of the sunlight and joy,
yet may the rain
and the pain
not destroy us
but cleanse us,
and renew.
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Sky reaching into our spirits declaring
the beauty of our world
in the simple movement
of clouds,
and birds
in the tapestry of blue.
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In that place of stillness, of sunlight sifting through the leaves,
in the quiet corridors of the human heart
where we can hear and understand,
clearly shape some poems
and prayers,
from who we truly are……
deep down,
a sacred place.
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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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