The earth seemed young back then, primal somehow, when I began
searching through those deep woods trails
the earth veiled in a cloak, I already knew though
the certainty of owls wings in the night
that mist will burn away,
and that the Almighty declared….
we were never alone.
We each will find our way.
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Note: Pieces here originally posted in 2015
I know it’s strange to hear from me this time of day but some strange things are happening. First I have felt pulled, or actually drawn to particular faith based topics. This has not happened in many years!
Yet, I find myself searching, meaning spiritually. This is very unusual.
I won’t bore you with details, but I will say I can’t stand most churches. Ok that’s out now. Tradition and liturgy are ok though.
I have no inclination to write anything political, and fiction is out of the question, because I’m still recovering from the fall that occurred almost 3 weeks ago!
Add to that I have dealt with chronic pain for the past several years, and lately it has been real bad. So bad in fact, I’ve actually thought about not blogging anymore. Weird!
And when I think of that, I always, I mean always, have a poem stirring within my spirit. What? Is writing a calling?
And the Vietnamese angel Henry Vu is so tied up now in Washington D.C. trying to protect our democracy, he may never be available to visit with us.
Gosh, so many strange things……. and yet there is always the dawn.
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Embracing the horizon as my spirit is lifted
up and over
the depths
of the ocean.
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The reason oceans release our spirits so easily, is that we can see ourselves
in the waves. So unlimited and yet contained within the boundaries
of our shorelines, our daily temples we live in, each day.
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In the deepest parts of our forests, the wind song usually sings with a softer tone,
etched bark with outstretched arms, absorbing the prayers more fully,
a sanctuary of quiet, where poets are born again,
and filled with healing words
for our listening spirits.
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Going deeper will
take us, so beautifully
beyond -our wreckage.
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Words of poetry healing, yet knowing the darkness,
the resisting, being absorbed by our deepest parts
to show us the walk, the pathway
and that all of our words
are leading us,
on our own unique
journey.
It is there, just walk.
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The winter sun follows me now, as I make my way through the woods
waking up the bare limbs, moving slightly with the wind speaking,
whispering true, that shadows never bind us,
and that the cold air
is a strong arm – against the night.
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May our sages and poets speak, with a prophet’s calling
bringing forth the best from our souls, and may our eyes be filled
with the light that heals, even the most broken
of hearts. May we speak
the healing.
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I don’t know what happened. I was minding my own business, when suddenly
the poetry filled me, taking over my pen, rising into my eyes,
filling my heart with light, so now I can see clearly.
Was it faith? Was it overcoming depression?
I don’t know, but one thing I do know –
I will allow the poetry to live
in my pen, releasing
an ocean into
my soul.
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