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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What The Rose Knows

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One year ago today I wrote about the lesson I learned from the beautiful peach rose at the end of our walkway. Today, the post, which I shared on my blog, showed up in my Facebook feed and I read my own words from exactly one year ago. Ironically, I had just come in from walking the dog, and it is a beautiful Fall day with afternoon chirping crickets…It’s like Deja Vu.

I hope you won’t mind, I edited the post down a bit, but I wanted to share the message, modified and magically new.I pulled from the original what was significant to me today.

If you have written for any length of time at all, you start to see some themes that continuously re-surface. I pray that the essence of the writing speaks to your heart…

I linked the original post at the end of this version if you want to see how and what I extracted.

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The Transforming of Souls and Stones

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Therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, I urge you to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God; this is your spiritual worship. Do not be conformed to this age, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may discern what is the good, pleasing, and perfect will of God. Romans 12:1-2  (My One Word 2014 Renewal and the verse that guides me)

 

I’ve written many words in my life. Words I share now are like pebbles from Heaven, bits of hope, to pass out freely. My words have not always been edifying, for words reflect the inner being. Words are the great revealers of the inner life. Or lack thereof. Once they are poured forth they never fail to show who we are, what we believe, and where our allegiance lies. Words can give life and extinguish life. Words are the stuff life is made of from the very beginning:

Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being. Genesis 2:7

For me writing has been a journey of transformation. My words written, a portal into my very soul. My soul has been on a journey since before I even realized I would become a word loving, stone gathering, modern day disciple. I took my pen in hand and began to write the journey, mostly in journals, as the path stretched before me. I wrote it down.

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