It was one of those primal dawns,
with the world not yet awake,
and a chill
in the cold night air still lingering,
the earth was so quiet pausing
without rotation,
without wild revelations
only the beginning of the sun
in the quiet of the night ending
bringing a thrill, a wholeness,
even without chimes,
until one single robin began
to sing her chorus,
lifting the sun even higher……
and eventually
a new day began.
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Love is not in the taking but in the giving,
not wrapped up in ourselves
but in the importance
of the other,
humble, yet expanding the heart
will always stand when others fall.
And love will bring peace
running swift and strong.
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Winter hides within her wings
serenity
the beauty of a heart
quietly
searching,
listening,
for the voice of God.
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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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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.
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, 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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