a quiet launch,bread rises with no fanfare a summer silence,petal leaf opens to the light of the moon a first flight,baby bird wings span to trust the air Sandwiched in the middle ofriots and illness,anger and death, a door appears.Possibility greets her. The hidden Holy trails beside her,visible form emerges before her. She follows the splendor of ideasto see them come to fruition. There is no-one there to witness.No balloons lifted.No congratulations spoken.No pat on the back. It’s a silent reckoning.a nod to herself —she is doing the workshe is called to do. She sparks the sage,arms move to the…
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To Be Seen, To Be Heard
A poem about pilgrimage which leads us to a revelation of being known by One who loves us as we are.
Layer by Layer
A poem about dissolving our layers to celebrate our layers… pairs with the work I do with Intentional Creativity.