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Soul

Resting in quiet spaces of eternal time, it soars with bird wings when love calls its name  and true passions leads the way to its only home.

Resting in quiet
spaces of eternal time,
it soars with bird wings
when love calls its name
and true passions leads the way
to its only home.

Portal of Hearts

Compassion sees through the portals of hearts

Without ever even looking

To know what waits beyond the fence post hole

Is the depth of love

To accept whatever is there is grace

To exist when the fence rots is trust

The compass of truth points the way

Can one truly live without love, grace, and trust?

The Gift

Counting sands in the glass

Or listening for the chime

As elusive as grace

We can’t catch time

From morning dew to veil of dusk

We mark it and spend it and even try to bend it

 We attempt to mimic it in gadgets to sell

This gift for which we are under its spell

For Charlotte, My Favorite Mermaid

Flowers in her hair

She swims rainbows of the deep

With purpose and flair

For she glides with grace

Waves of memories to keep

Along her life’s race

The Gift

Hospitality

I open my arms to you

From my heart to yours

Forever And A Day

When you feel you are stuck in the middle

with grace flowing from each side

You may very well be the grace

from which others flow

Know that you are beautiful just as you are

Know that you are loved forever and a day

 

When the world peels you from the inside out

and drops your heart upon the ground

You may be the weathered soul

who redeems us all

Know that you are beautiful just as you are

Know that you are loved forever and a day

 

When we each see another for who we are

When we carry compassion inside

When we become the grace

from which love flows

We will know we are beautiful just as we are

We will know we are loved forever and a day

Hope

Flickering like a flame in the wind,
it dances before our eyes
and flutters across our hearts.
We can’t quite grasp it,
yet we can never let it go.
It’s a warm breath on a crispy morning.
It’s the cool breeze on a smoldering day.
It seeps in like needed rain
into the crevices of dry cracked earth.
Evasive and fleeting, at times,
it scoots in and out of the shadows.
It fills us and sustains us for the moment.
It seems we are always standing
on the edge of hope.

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