Beacon of Truth
Abstract
in several worlds
with only a face
to portray
seven dimensional being
and still
at the point
of convergence
The heart
powered by love
shines
a beacon of truth
perceived or not
believed or not
throughout all
One
rain washes
the rain
washes
nourishes
embraces
tickles
pummels
traces the edges
ready rivulets
down my cheeks
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Life…
may as well go for it
immerse in the miracle of it
swim in the stuff of it
dive in the thrill of it
float with the flow of it
What a gift!
Wet, wild, wonderful life
(It’s great when it’s sunny, too…)
Miss Sunshine
Grey and wet, dark and drippy
an opportunity for umbrellas
and other implements
Still, in her heart,
she remains “Little Miss Sunshine”
without pretense
or props
Such is the blessing
of grace
Integrity
Without a nod
to either side
no word spoke
nor encouragement
He chose to listen
to the quiet voice
and stepped out
in his own direction
his own man another day
awake by conscious choice
He fell upon the task at hand
allowed his Spirit full voice
Flourish
Love is like geraniums —
a profusion of beauty,
color and distinct perfume
yet rather common in it’s willingness
to flourish most
anywhere
