Leaves dance to the rhythm of the rain, while tree limbs sway and I realize,
something within me enjoys the wildness of the storm, thunder rolls and boils in the sky,
yet I’m not afraid, instead…amazed how creation nourishes the earth, as the rain becomes gentle again.
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Silver threads of the lake at dawn,
with whispers of deliverance
to awaken,
to transform the grey
to a startling blue,
and the beginning
of birdsong.
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The white blur of wings descending,
following the infinite line
of two blues converging,
as rocks on the shore count
the rhythm of waves.
He leans against a pine tree
and closes his eyes,
focusing
on a prayer.
Seagull wings.
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Peace
in the stillness
of the lake,
and I barely remember
what I was holding on to.
Let go. Be kind to yourself.
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I’m dusting off my leather bound journal, finding my favorite pen, and I’ve put together a small stack of poetry books,
on the kitchen table, including one called, Hope in the Morning……and later a walk into the rain, down by the lake,
if it’s not too cold. I love how rain drops fall, on the water singing their own special music.
Right now though it’s time for some cheesy eggs and toast, dipping in my tea bag into a steaming cup
making English Breakfast tea. I love these rainy mornings……
I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but been taking one day a week to recharge. I work alot
so I find it essential, and maybe we were made this way, but I didn’t pick a particular day, it just kind of happened.
So on late Friday afternoons until sometime on Saturday I’ll disappear, but only a little. I have preplanned a couple of posts.
Thank you so much for reading!
Peace.
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Take my hand My Love, and walk with me,
where we can discover
being alive again,
among the green leaves
and vibrant colors.
Breathe My Love,
just breathe.
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Even behind our masks, we carry those wings unbroken
of hope lifting,
of untarnished strength,
and even if they should get damaged
they always grow back again.
Ain’t that amazing?
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Even wounded hearts seek the peace,
praying for deliverance
from the leaking of bitterness,
and in that opening
that small acceptance of light,
comes the beginning of healing,
a process really
so wonderful.
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Well I don’t have a sandwich to talk about today, but I am looking forward to some roasted red pepper hummus, on some pita bread,
whole wheat of course. And some sparkling water with some lemon-lime flavoring will be a special treat.
I’ve been realizing that I’m pushing too hard again. There are a lot of hours at work, a number of doctor’s appointments, and blogging too.
Please remember I’m not a professional blogger. I need rest, just like I write about!
In the most ancient of times, the One who made us all, the One who has always been,
told us to take a break once in awhile. One day in seven sounds great to me!
I’ll post a little, and be back to reading your great posts in a few days.
Now all I need is a spoon for this excellent hummus.
Wishing you peace! Stay healthy!
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In these times, every heart needs the calm
and beauty of spring,
the rebirth, building our peace
to shape a stronger,
and sustainable hope.
May you be restored each day. Stay healthy!
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