On the footpath of my soul
I journey deeper into Light;
Drumbeats of the heart
call me to listen to my prayer.
Profound meaning in
the words of simple truths;
Telling of all honor, grace,
and blessing of the hour.
No longer singing to the
deceptions of the world –
in ONE- derful communion
all is well.
~ Anna Lin
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my ancient gardener,
I spread my branches
to treat you to shade
so we can talk.
My relationship to you
has been ambiguous.
I have always shivered
under your pruning knife,
but I have lapped up
I was hurt that you
did not protect me
from the destructive winds,
but I trust your accurate eye
to design my future shape.
I rest in your dream of me.
I will reward your quiet murmurings
(encouraging me to grow)
by pushing up another shoot.
Before the cold of winter,
I will throw myself into magnificence
that will take your breath away.
I will be flowing gold,
I will be sun behind shifting sun
in every leaf.
Can you hear that I talk to you
Are you listening to the love prayers
of my leaves?
~ Ulrich Schaffer
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Silent the leaves often are and secretive,
but just as often they converse as if the secret
were too good to be kept to themselves.
Whispering in a breeze, rustling, even singing
and always in harmony with the wind that plays to them,
they give their message.
~ Elizabeth Yates in A Book of Hours
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~ ~ ~ slowly ~ ~ ~ and in silence the mist absorbs
the lakes and the hills . . . trees become indistinct
and distance vanishes . . . . . .
only the flowers and grasses nearby seem to be
on this earth ~ ~ ~ ~ birds fly out of nowhere and
back into nowhere again . . . . . . . .
There is intimacy in the soft air ~ ~ reverence ~
and peace . . . . . . . . the great peace of
a soul that knows that the sun still shines ~ ~ ~
~ ~ that the hills and lakes are just beyond ~
~ ~ ~ where they have always been ~ ~ ~ ~
and ~ knowing these things ~ ~ ~
finds loveliness in the mystic mist . . . . . . . .
~ Gwen Frostic
Against every new outrage
And every new horror
May we put up
One more piece of love and goodness
Drawing deeper and deeper strength
From within our deepest selves.
~ Andrew Harvey, Inspired by Etty Hillesum
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From all of us Caged Birds Rising from the Ashes ~
we thank you F.G.M.
in the presence of this
Learn from her beauty
as she calls out to you ~ ~
simply to be your essence
for this hour ~ ~
is all that’s meant
for your eternity.
~ Anna Lin
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I come here to remember,
to feel more deeply the truth that I know.
I breathe in, the sound of my breath
blending with the river of running,
and the wind gently blowing by.
I close my eyes and go within.
I am one with the Infinite;
like the river, I am connected to the Source.
Here, in the peaceful clarity of the symphony
of the leaves rustling in the trees,
I easily call to mind and know the truth
of my Divinity.
Like the constant rhythm of an ocean’s waves
moving against and away from the shore,
my breath gently rocks me,
soothing me, reminding me I am whole.
The simple truth of my connection to Spirit hums,
a vibration in every cell of my being
repeating itself with every breath: I am.
I am one with God.
~ Karmen Bennett (in DAILY WORD)
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