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SallyS Aug 2018
There is a gentle stillness
a quiet liberation
a lingering calm
where I long to stay
before the aching grief
and fresh wave of fury
that is the turmoil
of another day

Father, draw me close
fold my wearines in surrender
give me peace (if not forgetting)
from today
And tomorrow when I wake
grant your Holy Spirit
to face the unrelenting battle
strong, I pray
  Jul 2018 SallyS
RJW
unripe
one slender shoot
growing through the
shadows of serpentine weeds
the blackest of stones
blinded
in shrouds of whole brilliant suns
nectarine fire in tongues of holy flame
in the grain of dormant seeds
within creatures
sleeping, waiting to be saved
For the people who walked in darkness have seen a great light, those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone.

Isaiah 9:2
  Apr 2018 SallyS
RJW
why do the trees hug the shoreline so closely?
in twists of tangled arms
green flags, sprouting twigs
the lonely glare, floating in between the mirrored
crisp fractals of light
sliced into the blue deep
a tiny paper boat, sprigged with daisies
sailing the horizon
balancing an endless tightrope
tipping into the pulsing heart of the sky
over the edge
of the world.
  May 2017 SallyS
RJW
plant the seedlings of wanderlust  
into the thinning gloom
throbbing with the last touch of night
mingled with remnants of moon
down an avenue of silver, stardust, far off places
some day
sun bathed rooftops
terracotta, buttermilk
olive terraces,  the sea's bed
blinking eyes of a vast heartland
... delighted to meet you!
nostalgia for the forgotten, far off lands of sunshine. one day x
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