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Suitcases and rose petals
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Suitcases and rose petals

My daughter and I found this while shopping ye...

Rose petals on the stair case.

Rose petals down the hall.

Rose petals leading to the sauna.

Rose petals on the garden wall.

The petals of the roses

Are now blowing in the wind;

As are  all the promises you gave me

 The night you took me in.

Why did I fall so deeply?

Why did I ever fall at all?

What was in

the  rose-covered suitcases

You had waiting in the hall?

English: The white rose

English: The white rose (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Nature does compute…and commune..

Sunlight, Trees

Sunlight, Trees (Photo credit: Creativity+ Timothy K Hamilton)

I allowed a `download`from nature

My being was refreshed 

by love`s gentle breeze.

 I was in sitting in silence

while   I  listened to the trees.

I have uploaded their wisdom 

Now sending their love to you.

Our appreciation of Mother Earth

can never be put it words

But I do know my heart sings

While listening to the birds.

UNIQUE PICTURE: Earth as seen from the outer S...

UNIQUE PICTURE: Earth as seen from the outer Solar System (Photo credit: Icarus Kuwait)

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Jessie Marie Olson shares her love…..((Unedited and published with permission))

English: Lane between oak trees For some way t...

“Faith is all there is

when the room is quiet,

there is no one around,

and the only sound is the sound

as your own tears hit the ground.” 

`Jessie Marie Olson

Of one thing I am certain, God.

God’s will for us is often the last thing we think of.

It is at times a painful truth, it leads us to grow and to recognize our own defects and turn them into assets, it is most easily seen in the mirror of those we encounter each day. I see in my fellows my past, my present, my future.

I see that water will seek its own level at every twist, turn, and fork in the river. I see shallow dips, rushing bends, and waterfalls. I see myself adjust to journey. I see that confidence is not an air of supremacy or a bend to inferiority, I see that confidence is the ability to adjust to the coming and going of the tides, that it is faith in oneself as a rock that  the tide will not carry it back out to sea with the going of the tide.

Faith is all there is when the room is quiet, there is no one around, and the only sound is the sound of your own tear hit the ground.

God’s will for us and the changes we must make does not necessarily mean we will change those around us, yet we will be sure to survive the change. The hardest part of God’s will is letting go of ourselves and those around us into the arms of God.

To become a bystander, a stranger to it all. “How did you let go of that beautiful flower so close to your roots?” a lady asked me. And so I told her, I wanted the flower to grow, to survive, and to be beautiful. And so I told her that if I picked it,  it might die. How strong I was, she said. How loving, she said. And then she walked around me and proceeded to pick the flower. And there is nothing one can do in a moment like that alas turn my face up to God….To disarm and surrender.

I see myself as an Oak. I have notches and bends in my trunk. I bend this way and that way and at my peak I stand straight and tall, I have survived the winds, the storms, the rains, the drought. I have the faith that storms will come and pass, and that my roots and foundation will hold me in place. I will have water when I am thirsty, and sunshine when I am cold. I will have everything I need, and I will survive watching other Oaks near me cut down, break under the wind, the young ones and some old. I will cry out for them “be strong, don’t give up!” and they will not hear me. No one hears the cry of a tree after all, except for one thing, and that is God.

Of one thing I am certain, God is with me.

Oak Tree - Bon Tempe lake

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An ode to my old Beloved – (which is owed)


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Oh, my Beloved,

Do you not see,

Your own 

Beauty

 Purpose:

To be happy,

joyous

 free?

“Being”:

open

to the adventure

willing

to explore

Consecrated

 waiting

Loving

giving

all ways

and always

learning

laughing

more. 

“It was not that he did not want her

to be Mrs. George.

It was that he did not want

to be Mr. MaryHelen.”

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The Laughter of children…..

Laughter

Laughter (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


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Return To Innocence

Return To Innocence (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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The wind sighs its invocation

Soul leaving

The wind sighs its  invocation.

Soul is about to take flight.

The body is old,  decaying, dying.

Spirit Is buoyant and light.

I am surrendered on Soul’s knees.

My heart’s ears are open.

Now is the leave-taking I have dreamed

The gentle Voice has spoken.

I am always with you.

Come, my child be set free.

Know you do not walk alone

You are always a part of Me. 

The wind sighs its  invocation.

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Morning dedication

Gratitude offering

Thank you WahZ

I long to surrender to Thy will.

Help me to be

Willing to be Willing

Yielding and Still.

I long to surrender to Thy will.

Help me to see the blessings

On days when it all seems uphill.

I long to  be

surrendering to Thy will.

Help me to be of service

Full of grace, not so nervous

Open to your healing Voice;

Knowing that the learning 

Has always been my choice.

I long to be

surrendered  to Thy will.

It is the Thy within me

Which keeps me yielded and still.

May I go out from this holy place

Do Thy biding

Be  more loving

 full of Grace.

May I be

 always open surrendering.

More like Thee

Less of Me

Keeping loving

as a priority in place

As I gaze upon Thy Face.

May the healing 

Of your loving Higher Power

Flow through me in service

Each and every hour.

 I am now

surrendered  to Thy Will.

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Gratitude for blessings received

Living on the Edge

Living on the Edge

The sun is setting in my day

I am blessed in every way.

The songs of the birds that beg me stay.

The gifts of living in a quiet way.

The loving mercy of good friends.

Oh, my blessings never end. 

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