Basking in the Sunlight of Spirit at Sunset

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Counting my blessings

There is

no second guessing

as sunset burrows

inside me.

It fills up my senses.

Removes all my fences.

Letting the wonderous glow in.

It cleanses my spirit

I can almost hear it

Telling me “You are so loved”.

As the evening closes,

The scent of roses

Caresses the  beams

as they shine.

My life is so full of blessings

As sit and embrace

Thee divine.

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Original art works   by MaryHelen Ferris

Purple hues at sunset   Oil on canvas

Rosy sunset minutes   Oil on canvas

Dream Friend

Until then

I will wait for ever

Until then

I will always hear

your Voice

Until then

I will dream

about you

Until then

I really

have no choice.

Until then I will wait for ever.
Until then I will always hear your Voice.
Until then I will dream about you.
Until then I really have made my choice.

The Fire Within

Am burning

Angry

With the

destruction of the forests.

Calmer, now

I remember the cycles.

Only that which

has been

surrendered

to the fire

grows the  fireweed.

Soul knows with all the tests are gifts.

Calmly I surrended my opinions.

Asked  and received the assurances

By giving  thanks for another day.

Washing the feet of a friend – Dedicated to Jennifer S.

Wearily, he kicked his boots across  the floor.

He had ” had it.”  Couldn’t take any more.

She would have helped him

off with his boots, his coat and the hat.

She would have welcomed him home.

She was always like that.

She was no longer here.

She had gone ahead on their journey together.

But, tonight, the rain had stopped the work early.

He had stopped to sing with a friend.

Wanted to share that new music with her.

Sing ‘some of  the new stuff’  they came up with together.

She was not home to greet him.

Not to hug him, not to wash his feet, not to rub his back.

Awh, some days it was just like that.

So, he kicked off his boots.

Laid his head on the pillow.

Fell into her arms as he dreamed.

She washed his feet with her tears.

The garden of love

English: Garden in Bibury. Some folks are fort...

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Today

I took  You

into  the garden.

I talked to  You

on the great wooden swing.

I heard You in the robins song.

Entrance pathway to Rose Garden, Temple of Love

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In the laughter of the magpie as he sang along

I saw You in the freedom of the butterfly

The scent on the breeze filled this heart of mine

As I felt Your presence beneath the shelter of the pine

I acknowledged the gift of living in beauty and joy

I give my will to You, Creator of all

Now sitting in silence to hear Spirit’s sweet call.

Just ask

just watching as the words appear from within my very heart

wishing you the peacefulness for yourself  you to me have imparted

lifting the burden of your grief and pain is a joy from one friend to another

the laughter will come when you are ready

in the meantime let unconditional love hold you steady

when it is time to talk you will sit among friends

be soothed by listening hugs   for you my sister  and my brother