Dandelions of promise

“Sometimes when you’re in a dark place you think you’ve been buried, but you’ve actually been planted.”
― Christine Caine

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In fields of dandelions,
I let my wishes fly.
Seedlings of hopefulness, drifting in the skies.

Wafting on currents, of sanguine dreams,
landing in the hollow,
of gracious ravines.

Lingering in faith,
they forage for a home,
scattering on the dark earth, beneath gentle loam.

They germinate with tenderness,
cherished by the sun,
dandelions of promise,
regeneration has begun……

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Plunged into darkness, but finding light..

“The quickest way for anyone to reach the sun and the light of day is not to run west, chasing after the setting sun, but to head east, plunging into the darkness until one comes to the sunrise.”
― Gerald L. SittserA Grace Disguised: How the Soul Grows through Loss

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She went to crypts of sorrow,
and when she found him there,
a morass of grief
seized her,
and took her to its lair!

She beheld intense darkness
and encountered merciless tides,
lost in forgotten catacombs,
where
apparitions reside!

When obscurity
threatened,
and beguiled her nightmares,
her prayers had no form
in this limbo
of despair!

The light that she envisaged,
at the end of
unbearable pain,
was more glorious
than she imagined.
and all that love contained!

The epilogue to grief,
and everything in-between
is eclipsed
by signs and wonders,
of mysteries unseen!

Prelude to Autumn

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Misty preludes,
the reviews are in.
Fall’s overture
is wearing thin.

Summer’s frolic
is dwindling fast;
flowers sigh,
and appear downcast.
Autumn peeps,
and mists converge,
on grey horizons,
the call is heard!

Cooler breezes,
stir falling leaves;
these preambles,
do as they please!

Warmer days,
have not yet passed,
though fall’s attitude,
is being forecast!

Harbingers of what’s to come,
foretelling rains,
and a distant sun!

Birds tarry with brighter days,
their milieu
and matinees,
are sprinkled with songs of Fall,
while the summer sun,
is acting small!

P.S.  Summer gigs have not concluded,
they’re being upstaged,
and convoluted!

Blessed are the peacemakers

“The planet does not need more successful people. The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds.
-Dalai Lama”

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Blessed are the meek,
for they shall inherit the earth,
in halls
of forbearance,
their voice will be heard!

Above the din of the warmonger,
eating the bile of death,
inhabiting
stockpiles,
of repugnant wealth!

When innocent blood is spilled,
on forsaken lands,
is this the sacrifice,
that iniquity
demands?

Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they are called
children of the Lord,
arbitrators of the voiceless,
in a whole Earth restored!

When noise subsides

“Only if we are still enough inside and the noise of thinking subsides can we become aware that there is a hidden harmony here, a sacredness, a higher order in which everything has its perfect place and could not be other than what it is and the way it is.”
― Eckhart TolleA New Earth: Create a Better Life

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The luminescence of grace is more irresistible than can be imagined,
and the fragrance of love
transfigures grievous wounds.

On nights when all seems lost and ships have sailed
into dark oblivion,
what remains among the graveyard of broken dreams
where scarecrows feast
on the last fragments of hope?

An abiding light glows
within the heart,
where suffering has been exposed!

In the shadows
a quaking creature with a heart of flesh,
unharmed,
belongs to the unfolding vastness.

Even tidal waves of grief cannot swallow
the infinite mercy of the Divine.

Alive in fields of consciousness,
perspectives becomes clear
and the veil is lifted
on a glorious expanse of earth and sky.

Tall trees reach our and touch the void
where insufficient dreams have flown.
The devotion of the soft earth
is like an endowment of belonging underfoot!

To lie in pastures evergreen,
and sup on feasts of contentment,
where cool resevoirs
purge the bitter taste
of affliction!

The song of the birds compels the listener
to lay his burdens down,
and sing the song of the New Earth!