While Light Sparkles

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Even in our brokenness, we still hold on to our hope lingering

as if hope carried sails filled with wind,

we move forward now

beginning again,

while light sparkles

on our seas.

 

Note: From my archives.

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A Quiet in My Spirit

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As the depth sways, moving… gently this way and that,

waves rise holding on

to the light,

sending sparkles into the air

I sense a quiet…

within my spirit,

then a moment of prayer

washes over me….

     

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Acadia

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The fog hovered low that evening as he stood silently in the sand listening to the waves. The rhythm washing every scar of the day

until he needed to zip up his jacket a little higher. Rocks made smoothe though. He relit his pipe, and as he walked home he watched the sand

surround his boots and give way again and again. He pulled his hat down further due the chill, and he thought of the lamps he left on in his cottage,

and quilts hanging over chairs, and a steaming, hot cup of tea.

    

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In the Ocean Where Light Began

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It was a darker rain, and darker still

yet, it was the light in a poem

that held his thought, safely.

He refused the storm of the day

and the torture, the turning

of the night

impressed with a spark

or was it a wave

of light?

His mind did open

and he bathed

in the ocean where light began

unashamed

of his victory.

     

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