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Caught in Flight

The beat of wings A swoop A splash The silver shimmer curved gracefully in the talons of a great bird We are all caught by that which is greater than we Chose whose dinner you wish to be with Grace

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Suffering

I sat on a bench in a crescent of bamboo Seeking You, When into the clearing below Comes a young deer slightly limping on the right front leg. I, too, am here tending my wounds Real, imagined, and self inflicted. … Continue reading

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Welcome Home!

Sometimes the surprise you expect, Is not the surprise you get… But sometimes it is the surprise you need!

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Curtains

I am fond of saying The light of Love (However you name the Divine) shines thru many windows, Our jobs are to open the drapes… But oh, We forget about the sheers! Sometimes we just need someone on the other … Continue reading

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Lace

Looking up at the black lace of dormancy Against the brilliant blue . I see You. . Light and shade Play across your face, I hear you sing, And long to join in… Soft whistles escape my lips… And I … Continue reading

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Owl song

Entering into the space between night and day, The owls sang the song of dusk or dawn. It is always night, Always day. . Who are You in these continuous moments of change Oh unchanging One? Who am I? Oh. … Continue reading

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Float

As I stepped outside A feather floated down onto the path. . Flying sometimes means ruffling some feathers… Remember The importance of floating on the winds of Grace And giving thanks.

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