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Flicker

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The darkened forest

of life’s pathway guides us with

a starburst of hope.

Despair

 Like miners seeking treasure, rooted feet carve tunnels in the darkness drinking morning dew day after day. Dead-headed sunflowers point toward the sun as if illumination alone could open the palms of crusted fists. And they all know what happens when the headlamp fades.


Like miners seeking treasure,
rooted feet carve tunnels in the darkness
drinking morning dew day after day.
Dead-headed sunflowers
point toward the sun
as if illumination alone
could open the palms of crusted fists.
And they all know what happens
when the headlamp fades.

Reaching

Sometimes we spiral and grope toward the light like a hole in the woods.

Sometimes we spiral
and grope toward the light like
a hole in the woods.

Where There Is Hope

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It waits in the dark

until the sun lures it out,

growing to its life.

Hope

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It is the sunshine

that entices the turtle

to rise from the muck.

Failure To Claim

Settlers among the ruins
Of human sufferings
Looking for a place of refuge
From persecution and bitterness
That cut like a winter storm
Prosperity is never found
In the midst of void
Where one is afraid
To hope
To stretch
To live

In The Spirit Of Being

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Reflections of love

Touch hearts as they light the world

In a bath of peace

The Process

A single thread weaves the light

piercing darkness and opening the night.

Shivering bones cannot sleep while in wait.

We are but minnows on the line, simply bait.

Time and worry etch lines across our faces

as we force our hearts into empty spaces.

Blood weeps in pain. We regain.

Sun always returns after the rain.

Here We Are

so it came to be

word of love, life was spoken

hope carries us on

In the beginning: http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2012/01/02/in-the-beginning/

Scripture Prompt for poem, story, or photo:

“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form, and void; darkness was on the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.” Genesis 1:1-3

When She Speaks

The farmhand chatters

about plowing and planting

while her brittle bones speak

of low pressure and impending rain

Silently, she listens to chaos

of words, echoes, chanting

Her heart, left lonely, aches

with memories of love, loss, and pain

 

When she speaks,

her words are few but precise,

though she leaves nothing unsaid

She speaks,

with certainty words will suffice

and sustain after she is dead

 

At night she rocks and sings

to her children long since grown

She stares into the night,

wishing she could go back in years

Husband of yesteryear promises

not much longer will she be alone

Speechless, she patiently waits,

hope soothing away her tears

 

When she speaks,

her words are few but precise,

though she leaves nothing unsaid

She speaks,

with certainty words will suffice

and sustain after she is dead

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