Sunday, May 31, 2009
Days
I spend my days in gardens of satin pink morning light cotton candy blue swirls of sky and smoke rising from distant campground fires, till holding the night. Angels of sky bring down the dawn, sailboats take to the wind in search of adventure; the water embraces each curve into itself. I watch it...
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Saturday, May 30, 2009
SEARCH THROUGH THE FOREST
I stroll through a pathway of golden light in forest deep. Treetops glazed in magical sun, dripping. Far below, the shadows wait, bent and calling. I forever walk toward the light, reflection of Heaven kissing my praying lips. The water, slow moving and cool among trees and rocks, holds the image...
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Saturday, May 16, 2009
Glow of Radiance
In the dark of night when the gifts of stars take their path of mystery across the sky, Your words are all-blooming directing the heart to a higher sense of life. Indigo sky lit with all things past and present. I look at yesterday, not knowing if the star is still alive. In me, all things recalled...
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Sunday, May 10, 2009
Slow Down
Delicate rose petals are strewn about after the rain. The sweet smell of turned over soil scents the humid morning air. A large slug makes his way on the sidewalk as a moth chases off the raindrops from its wings. I observe it all to slow my thoughts, stop the mad rush flowing through my veins. If...
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Saturday, May 9, 2009
Remembering Mom
I still speak to you as if you're here. The blossoms on the trees and colors of flowers bursting into spring, all carry your essence, your fragrance, that special character that brought happiness to all those who had the privilege to know you. You made every stranger your friend, and knew each one...
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Monday, May 4, 2009
Road from Sedona to Flagstaff
Across the miles of looming hills, and sunken valleys, creeks cut the landscape. Underpaintings of dark light shadow large rocks. Trees twist upward into overcroppings, silhouetted against a cloudless sky. We drive these Sedona reds, along winding roads. Sea levels change the sound of desert birds...
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Sunday, May 3, 2009
Spirit’s Call
The sun’s broken light through dusty painted clouds moves me from instinct to prayer. I bathe in the cuff of morning praise, like a butterfly plotting its path of nectar in the summer mist. The windblown chimes echo the song of Your river. I listen for the thread of heartstring, instead hear a...
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Spirit’s Call
The sun’s broken light through dusty painted clouds moves me from instinct to prayer. I bathe in the cuff of morning praise, like a butterfly plotting its path of nectar in the summer mist. The windblown chimes echo the song of Your river. I listen for the thread of heartstring, instead hear a...
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Saturday, May 2, 2009
Cicada Mornings
The early spilling of morning brings vibrations. Cicada songs, nature’s coffee perking wakes the sleeping chipmunks. The slanted light bathes my sweet gum tree. A squirrel digs in my petunia pot for a forgotten promise. I sit looking at all things green, knowing life stirs under every blade of...
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Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Without the Dream
The frail light is a wafer that's hard to swallow. I taste the miles in the bending wheat. The feel of emptiness is like a cage made of broken glass; you can't see out; every memory etched and repeated in every section of brokenness. Your wholeness is the dream you hold on to when the night is...
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