Spirit Poems


SPIRIT  POEMS

Here you will find poems with a spiritual base--

with or without religion.

My own and those voices of others that center and open us.

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First Series

Along the Road

1.
Looking Out Over Lake Waters

we witness waves
rising and folding again and again
yet know it is wind
that moves the waters.

Golden leaves stripped by wind
fall across the road,
revealing those hidden arms
which hold them.

Wild geese over trees
wing North, then South,
linking unseen webs
of memory.
.
Our acts of caring for others
reveal God’s unseen love
within us.

2.
There by the Road

flesh and bones
dry in the sun,
melt into earth
again and again.
We know this so well
breath in the lungs.

Clouds passing,
sun and moon.
We do not look away—
our hearts open,
the bones sing.


3.

In Soft Darkness Just Before Dawn

while night holds us still,
we stumble around what’s near,
yet look out past curtain lace
at stars shining bright and clear.
In faith near blind we wake
to who and what we are. 



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