You knocked the wind out of me
light played golden notes
with your words
on the grass
All I could do was walk,
until music awakened
until white noise
a warm hallelujah
stopped roaring in my head
in my soul
All I could do was fly,
it was then I knew
reaching for the cabin door
the prayer inside me
and freedom from pain
had been answered
"Reflection is the liturgy of this landscape." Terry Tempest Williams
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This blog was created to give my family and friends a bird's eye view of the journey I am on. If you read something that resonates with you and you'd like to plaster it on your refrigerator, bathroom mirror, cubicle wall or share it with someone you love, I am honored. If you read something that resonates with you and you pass it off as your own...shame on you.
Most everything on this blog was created from my heart and mind. If I share other writers' work, their name is credited.
Take good care and enjoy the gift of today.
Most everything on this blog was created from my heart and mind. If I share other writers' work, their name is credited.
Take good care and enjoy the gift of today.
2 comments:
I really like the way you've woven these lines together.
i injoyed reading this poem
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