I’ve seen the unseen…

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“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
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I Light a candle in remembrance of you.
I never thought
I’d
make it through,
but your magnificence is the air I breathe,
a tangible presence
of faith believed…

I’ve seen the signs,
held your hand,
scattered my dreams on desolate lands.
The breath of God sustains my being,
in movements of grace,
I’ve seen the unseen…

 

Merciful light…

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“Your body is woven from the light of heaven.
Are you aware that its purity and swiftness is the envy of angels
and its courage keeps even devils away.”
― Rumi

merciful light

You touched me
with
your merciful light,
when weariness
set in
and I took fright…
You stood
beside me
through my fears,
rebuked
the darkness,
collected my tears…
And the inspiration
of heaven’s glow,
breathed in
an aura
of infinite flow…

 

Happy Thanksgiving…

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“May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder.”
― John O’Donohue, Eternal Echoes: Celtic Reflections on Our Yearning to Belong

vic bay

There’s a silence
within me,
that keeps on growing,
a deep forbearance
a gradual knowing…

It’s peace
that saturates
my whole being,
feelings of love,
universal believing…

It’s light
outpouring
from each
living thing,
a holy presence
touching my skin…

It’s a credence
that shuns
the taste of doubt,
a sacred spillage,
a turnabout…

when faced with grief
and earthly woes,
it’s Jah’s benevolence
finding repose…

it’s all my days
numbered by grace,
anthems sung
from a desolate place…

Even bitterness
cannot snuff out the light,
extravagant forgiveness
restores my sight…

And when gratitude is freely expressed
there is a sense
of being
divinely blessed…

 

I found a clearing…

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“When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

woods

I was left behind
in foreboding woods,
enquiring of dreams
in eerie hoods…

Feeling pain deep in my being,
the resonance of the unseen.
In the wilds of heartache, darkness compels
a time of gathering, of secret spells…

Trampled by condescending tongues
the voices turned into a distant hum…

And I found a clearing in the trees
and prayed until my sorrow eased…

the suffering of undaunted souls, on grounds of courage where death arose…

In conscious thought
in memories,
our lives assuaged by the testimonies…

of broken souls
made wise by grief,
sages who speak of mystical beliefs…