I Know Why

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When our hearts and minds cannot wrap around reality, poetry allows a pathway to find the way through to a broader place. A place where words, feelings, imagery and meaning intermingle acting as hope, healing balm, and help to the soul’s cry for understanding.

I believe poetry, music, and all creative endeavors- painting, drawing, sculpting allow for this possibility. Poetry just happens to be my pathway.

This one is for sharing… for those who have endured the dark night of the soul’s struggle, and for those who have loved ones who have succumbed to it in its various forms.

May Love hold us close. Let this poem speak to you, whatever it will.
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Grace for All Seasons (End of Summer Reflections)

Narragansett Town Beach - as it looked on the morning of September 1, 2015 - beautiful in every season!

Narragansett Town Beach – as it looked on the morning of September 1, 2015 – beautiful in every season!

Praise the Lord, my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name. Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all his benefits— who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s. Psalm 103:1-5

 

Here we are, friends. Day Two, September. Seasonal change is upon us once more, and as sure as the tides ebb and flow each day, we are all adjusting our rutters as we ready ourselves for the days ahead. Can’t you just feel the change in the air? Though the Summer temperatures linger a bit, and we will enjoy them as they are given, the thrust to batten down the hatches and head out full speed ahead into the final four months of 2015 is a palpable energy. The return of routines, activities and  increased momentum will continue to challenge each one of us to order our days with careful consideration in light of the season we are in, and the seasons we’ve yet to know.

So many wonderful things vie for our attention, don’t they? So many opinions, opportunities, possibilities. But, the question remains. What is calling you from the quietness of your being now? What season are YOU in? Forget that Fall is slowly preparing for its debut, and I saw two leaves fall, whimsically before me,  as I drove toward the beach this morning. More

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