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As the concrete lets go of the heat of the day,
shade wins the battle
turning into night
as the cool air lifts our spirits
we walk under the street lights
holding hands grateful
for the spray
of the water fountains.
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When snowflakes start us dreaming,
with a softness descending
there is usually peace enfolding
before the end
of the storm.
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As the sun sets, after the storm
something similar to hope
can be born,
a tangible presence
in the winter sky.
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Writing through pain and tragedy is one of the most difficult things a writer can face. How much do we say or not say?
I like you, feel things deeply. And the last week has often been horrific, hasn’t it?
It would be easy for me to rant against far right extremists. They have caused so much suffering and pain.
And yet right now I am grieving, and standing with the people of Pittsburg, and the Jewish community there. I simply can’t write a poem about nature at the moment.
May the One who made us all, comfort all who are grieving.
Amen.
The flowers are for those that lost loved ones today.
This is too important of a time to be silent. I will be writing more about this historic time in the future.
We must each do what we can to make a difference.
Peace to each one.
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Peaceful shades of light, reflecting, calling forth
our words, shaping lines gently
as if our poem
was pulled from the depths
of our meditation.
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When we write from the stillness of our hearts,
hope will move through us
and into our words,
so wonderfully.
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The mystery of light is not in the defeat of darkness
but that it is held
so wonderfully
in the human heart,
filling us at times
with hope.
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