Poetry

This spiritual poetry emerged as part of my soul journey. I love getting to share it with you. For a hard copy of these poems and others,

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Spirit

We are not doorways

We are the air and the space holding the frame

We are the invisible essence between the walls

Our hands holding the outline of time

Maintaining the barriers

And yet we forget

Mistaking our lives for the hard material passage

Dividing one location from another

But we already encompass

The paths and openings of all the ways

We are the flowing

We are the movement

We are the music vibrating through the open door

In the shifting light

You diminish to illumination and shadow

Broken pieces of who you were: are

Shattered remains that fight to go together

I want to see you whole again

Standing with your big toes nestled in rich grass

I need to find you there