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Sweet

Close your eyes Dream Pray Sweet

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Overwhelmed by Love

Love bugs Honeymoon flies Fill the skies, Fill my eyes Smash over the windshield and bumpers of my patience … … I truly long to see You in all ways, But some days…. … Seek gratitude, Find thanksgiving, Give thanks…. … Continue reading

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Lists

They tell me to make lists To tick off the items one by one, Then I will feel accomplished when the day is done. But I look up into the sky And see check marks flying by…. All there is … Continue reading

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Thrones

High above my head On a leaf of a sunflower Sits a small green king Surveying all that is good, true, and beautiful. I bow like the yellow petaled crown, Surrendering to You.

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In the Alps

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Daybreak

Whatever time it is… Somewhere dawn is breaking, The darkness is being dispelled… Greet it with an open heart, A loud cry And perhaps a bath…

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Travel Cup

The message could not be clearer… The travel cup lid in Her mouth… Stay.

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Life as an open book

“Write your story” we are told… But Ink on a page, Is not the story of a life. Our transformations are.

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Buzzed

A bumblebee and a honey Buzzed by me Into clouds of sweet fragrance Where they drank deep. White wings appeared. Butterfly, Fey, or Angel? Who can say when all the world is one.

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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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