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What Heart Craves
Morning mist dispelled Soul illumined, purified Light is what heart craves Filed under: Beauty, Christianity, Haiku, Hope, Living in the Light, Nature, Poetry, Truth Tagged: beauty, clarity, craving,...
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Morning
As dawn burns away fog, so Your light burns me - pride, arrogance, deceit, all melt in Your gaze. Obscurity and Denial are no match for Your rays; they squirm and justify but are undone like morning...
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Gleaming
When Fate has frozen fortune, When winter has its way, When hanging on takes all you’ve got And circumstances prey, Open heart to springtime rays And soak up brilliant sun, For in the Light, your hope...
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Just Two of Us
Just two of us in single skin, Dark and Light at odds within; Dark pulls hard to blacker space, Light yanks back to trusting place. Dark holds hurt, and cradles pain; Dark won’t grow, so wounds...
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Make My Mark
Though I’m small and brittle-weak, Your Light can shine and make my bleak A radiance to dazzle dark - brilliant way to make my mark. Filed under: A Wounded Heart, Beauty, Christianity, Fragility, Hope,...
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Breaking Through
Forest feels like second skin by now, beam upon beam raised in self-defence. Logging permits don’t pass easily - deforestation is distinctly painful. But when pines part, oxygen stirs, canopy is cut,...
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Puffed Up
It’s more than pride that puffs her up. Layers build buffers between soul and the cold; in the places where denial runs up against reality, stripping down is decidedly counter-intuitive. Fences may...
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Holy Ground
Remove soles Sandals, those ties That bind Spirit to earth, Heart to hearth Bow before the burning bush, In amber ashes Iniquities are atoned for Soul can strain against strings here For this is Holy...
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The Friday Called Good
Which of me is real, and which is the hoax? Lies parading as truth, nightmares pretending to be certain, make down look high and sky resemble grave. Just such a grave once swallowed the Truth, spat on...
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The Need For Easter
Ever since you stepped into the Light, your true colours are leaching out, bleeding filth onto what you tried to convince yourself was pure as the driven snow. Purity is only relative; compared to your...
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Enlightened
Wholeness remained elusive while he ignored his holes; now that they are invited to meet the sun, what trickles through christens him enlightened. Filed under: A Wounded Heart, Characterizations,...
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Old Sins Cast Long Shadows
Old sins cast long shadows, aspersions of grey in filmy ink to ensnare generations and keep them in the dark; this little light of mine will only reach one small corner, but I will let it shine. Filed...
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Where Hope Abides
Branches bow to golden glow, wave as sun sinks far below horizon, where the darkness hides, in the place where hope abides. Filed under: Beauty, Fragility, Hope, Imagination, Nature, Poetry, Positive...
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Light is Ribbons
Light is ribbons, passion, life in waves and swirls to tie our hearts to hope. Filed under: Beauty, Courage, Healing, Hope, Imagination, Nature, Poetry Tagged: flowers, hope, light, nature, pansy,...
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Colour-Coded Freedom
Until the morning’s dazzle, she never knew the night had stripped her eyes of the ability to perceive colour, . and her blindness did not offend. She groped and cursed and stumbled but assumed that...
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Dawn
You draw out her utmost, her highest, her deepest, You give her the courage it takes to stride on; Your beams warm her spirit, shine comfort, bedazzle, remove the confusion with breaking of dawn....
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Get Real
She wants to get real. Her thirst is a mirror, reflecting a parched soul to blind eyes; the more she confesses, the more she recognizes her hollowness. Only Light can fill her now - energy in...
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To Catch a Sunbeam
Now is when you catch a sunbeam and put it in the pocket of your cut-offs, storing it for a rainy day. Then, you can cup it cool on tear-stained palms and release it into the wild, unleashing...
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And She Dances
Light, robed in fabric satin-spun with sun-beams, sways – swirls, extends muscles and feet . in secretive dance upon stage soft as silk. Her music is the subtle sigh of lonesome . pines, the...
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Her Secret
She radiates joy. Joy sizzles and pops around her, a force field of Sun in miniature, multiplied - reflected off a thankful heart; its power persists in shadows, transcends rainy days, stands true...
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