Hope Runs Strong

Hope runs strong in the heart broken,

yet searching the horizon,

believing in the healing

with a measure of success,

plundering

the kingdom of despair.

      

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Mystical Snowstorm

As I watch from the back of our a house, a mystical snowstorm embraces, engulfs the top of the mountain,

following the ridgeline, wind howling, raging into swirls, some sleet falling, tearing

at the bare limbs of the forest, and I wonder can there be any beauty in the middle of a storm?

Or should we expect the fire of an ancient prophet, or maybe visions of a flaming sword?

A few minutes later a quiet snow descends, reaching our neighborhood, as the wind moves softly now,

and God speaks, this time using the pine trees.

           

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Note: We can see the mountains from where we live. Storms begin there and move in our direction.

The Festival of Lights

Too often around the world, including in our country, Jewish people are attacked and sometimes killed due to hate.

Spins on the dark web reinforce hate filled minds and are manifested in physical attacks.

What can we do? Well speaking out about hate is one beginning. And proclaiming our support for those attacked….will draw us closer together I think.

So I will also share a little of a beautiful holiday just recently celebrated for 8 days by many Jewish people.

Chanakah, also known as the Festival of Lights, is a beautiful holiday commemorating the cleansing of the Temple. The Temple had been desecrated.

But once it was retaken there was a miracle! Oil for the candles lasted 8 nights, after re-dedication, when there was only enough oil for 1 night.

So each year 8 candles are lit with the 9th candle of a Chanakiah (a menorah for Chanukah).

Celebrate light this season!

All are welcome here, regardless of your religion, or if you have no religion.

This is not a political post, just a declaration that I stand against hate.

Peace to each one.

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Note: This has been on my heart. 

In the Winter Dawn

In the winter dawn, God speaks as the snow begins to fall,

and my spirit moves beyond words,

realizing I needed this moment,

this rest

as sunlight

restores the sparkle.

     

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In the Softness

It snowed again last night, and in the softness,

in the silence covering the Earth

I found a peaceful place

that special space, of the heart

in which poetry dwells,

living, even shaping us

as we become

part of the cold blue light.

      

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Light Streaming

In our resistance against darkness

we find light streaming

into our hearts and lives,

and often

a poem or two

floating freely.

        

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Peace Be Still

A quiet in the pine trees today brought light,

a silence that said,

“Peace be still…..”

removing my filters,

removing my noise,

I could see clearly

there is a One

that made us all.

    

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