Tag: journey
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The Charity Tree: The Seed of Love
A tiny seed was planted, Watered; Given warmth The brightest rays shone upon, From the azure skies. Nestled n’ protected tight Embraced surroundings Was given life from the rains, And dews of morn’s dawn. May, drew it up; tall and strong Within warming ground, Transforming, development Apparent, its form. Perception, senses the scene Its…
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Existent Wonder
Seeds that fall upon fertile soil, Grow up toward the heavens Green- Supple- Lively Months of enjoyable beauty New life- To turning leaves. And their different hues From green to gold. Vibrant- Lively- Energy To dancing leaves. Their melody sings, As they sway to the wind’s musical breeze Upon the ground. The winter breeze blows-…
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Wood Grinder
Have you ever felt like your physical, mental and emotional being has been thrown into a wood grinder and blown out into a fast rapid river?
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Dream of Expression
Thoughts to words. Too deep to express. Feelings, emotion, within, always been In the depths of silence, As the smile fades. Eyes, deep, long, yearns, for words to parade. To find listening ears, to trust, fall upon The emotions carried, portrayed for so long, In the heart, yearning to live, to love, to belong. The…
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The Voice
The gate is opened- The lost are running, To the voice calling. Providing hope- To cope, with The darkness that surrounds. The one who removes, bounds, and controls, Those on the path. Trying to patrol- To gather, The ones- The saints who believe, In the One who sets them free. The battle’s won, He Came-…
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See the Unseen: Sonnet
To walk upon stormy- raging waters An inner fear to reach out and believe, Visions can become clouded tears. Straining eyes- to see- absorb- to perceive. There’s hope that’s reaching from within the fog. Is it not seen, beams of sun breaking through? Why is a heart not trusting the voice in the smog? Is…
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Unclouded Vision
Walking forward- steps sinking in Unknown sand. Depleted energy, must strive Forward bound. Impelled to move- an inner force Water’s edge Seen, in the distant horizon. Moving on. Footsteps heavy- laboring task In the mire Toward, refreshment and completeness. Heavy rains. Reaching, the water’s- cooling edge Cleansing, look forward Removing, inner filth…
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Twenty-four hour, cycle of Time
The sun falls upon the horizon. Revealing the beauty before night As the moon replaces its glory Illuminating darkness in sight. It is to be seen, as will be heard. No longer will she silence the night. Nor deafen the strong voice inside. Or shall the still small voice hide. Under the darkness…
