Category: Poetry
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Grace
This poem is included in an article I wrote for Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry (https://phoebemd.com/2020/03/21/grief-healing-through-poetry/). The article is based on my poetry podcast Grief: Fire and Ice (https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/grief-fire-and-ice/). Grace the leaves have fallen and stomped to dust I am laid bare, exposed to wind my limbs, brittle, still pleading…
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To Heal
To be mindful is to heal. Stay focused and decide To be whole Though critics say no. Fear is drought To the garden. Let thoughts wander past As breeze. May you be robust, lively, and flush, Blooming to your prime As rising sun Heating the soil For rain. May you…
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Homo Sanctus Sanctus
At this time of year, when winter sets in and asks us to reflect on our lives, we may feel depressed and hopeless. This is the time of year when we face ourselves, for spiritual hibernation is required to lay the groundwork for new seed in the spring. Despair can…
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Fall Flurries
Fall Flurries The autumn bounty of leaves falling like rain on summer’s worn garden mounting into sturdy bundles as we rake away this harvest into recreation for children bounding into the crisp pillows scattering with joy the frazzled bits of foliage into fresh ground for snow and angels’ wings. ©2018 Barbara…
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Sunset
Sunset Sun slumbering into snow dogs, Pin oaks guarding their leaves, Fading attachments to their caregiver, Eyes of moon, Skin of ash, Cramping fingers, Clinging to comfort with Their refuge in bitter wind. Leaves take to faith Though ripped from the branches And swept away for flight To earthen mulch.…
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Transmutation
Transmutation Creation is an upheaval Of shadows By Light. Creator’s hands bearing down Stroking, enfolding The silken dark. Tell me your secrets. The truth will set you free. Take hold of this Light. The way is deep into mystery And verity. Creator, dispersing Light into the chaos, Dissipating shadows, Disbanding…
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Sleep Chose Me
Sleep Chose Me Sleep chose me To take this walk on crisp leaves Smothered by frost. Colors, thread bare faces, Glassy lattice in sun, Forming halos for owls As shade dissolves into moonlight, Magical stasis. Linger here in truth, Alone with feathers of snow Clinging briefly to crystal, Blazing its…
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Bloom
Bloom as I take root on this plane may I receive the healing light of all that is divine may heaven meet earth through me to transmute the crusted fear that traps me in brambles may I grow my destiny without ego mind may I fully trust the divine order that…
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 