Writing of the Wind

Writing of rivers he knew so well, yet writing of the wind, who can say? Who can describe the clouds

above our ruins? His hawk knew the way, speaking of peace carried on wingtips

yet a stronger wing does not always lift the wordflow….

he simply prayed, and his pen

wrote the fire.

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Spring Meditation

Peace draws close to a quiet heart,

a heart willing

to listen

and receive.

What is your spirit telling you?

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Note: I will be taking a blogging break, to work on some projects.

I will be reading your beautiful posts again on Wednesday.

I’ll be sharing some previous work all this week, until Friday.

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

Building New Foundations

It amazes me how we can walk through the fire looking back at how we used to be strong, or how we hold onto the one we love, and that love can push us forward beyond what we ever imagined……

we not only survive but we build new foundations, because the old framework was never meant to sustain us.

As you may know my wife has had cancer for many years, off and on. She will be on chemo for a very long time. You may not know that she recently had some small tumors show up where they are not supposed to be! So to be truthful it is easy to go down the bitterness road or the fear road, but we decided to go down the trust road. Meaning trusting in God.

You see our faith not only helps us, but becomes a type of a certain foundation. Never assume a person of faith is a nitwit or naïve. You have no idea what they have been through. And my wife and I want nothing to do extremist politics, which is totally off target. I’m speaking of a heart filled with love.

Back to those small tumors……they turned out to be benign! So we didn’t have to walk through the fire this time……and we thank God for that. A small yet important victory.

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Shaping Words into a Gentle Rain

I try not to write from my scars. They’re there of course like everyone else, but I make every attempt not to give them too much credit.

So I write from the light or try to. Pieces of encouragement, maybe some profound peace, shaping words into a gentle rain of spring. Rivers instead.

Even if there is a storm, it doesn’t hold onto me anymore.

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Oceans Remembered

What I remember most about the ocean is that you can let your spirit glide out over the surface of the water into infinity,

or is it that the infinity is within us? Either way, with the ocean and the rhythm of the waves, both are possible I think. And somehow

the concept of God

is unmistakable.

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When I Was Young

When I was young years ago, it seemed like the spirit moved through the trees more often,

and there was never any malice in the air

lingering

in the shadows,

even the ghosts were innocent of blood,

and were seldom scary.

Everything was so different back then.

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Note: This is fiction.

Writer’s Light

As I write this, light dances through the window over my shoulder with shadows from the shades and pine trees moving across the wall. I realize I write a lot about these pine trees, and the red maples, oaks and poplar trees, as if there is a strength hidden.

I hold the hawks close to my heart, or it could be, just that one that likes to fly close to me, at eye level. It can see it now in a larger sense that courage takes wing and sometimes leaves a feather as a souvenir of victory. Sharing more than light, and clearly defining my true self.

The sun is now moving a little closer to the horizon, as I squint…..closing the shade.

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