And then there was light.
Those are someone else’s words,
but I felt them run through me,
a cleansing.
I watched in awe, as power
consumed nature.
In my time – is all I heard.
Then the storm moved in and surrounded me,
created a blindness towards
my search for understanding,
quite literally!
Washed in clouds,
cold air across my face,
red curls blowing everywhere,
and a giggle began from deep inside of me. Clouds!
Let him decide.
Change was here.
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What I Would Have Shown You
Yeah, Let the clouds make you giggle. Liked the video.
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So glad the video worked. It was a quick one. Thanks, John
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Reminded me of the fog rolling in in San Francisco.
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Would be beautiful in the right frame of mind, for sure.
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“Let Him decide.” Indeed!! He knows the perfect timing and loves us enough to coax us to wait. Not easy in our hurry-up world, but most gratifying when we acquiesce!!
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Timing is everything, Debbie. Maybe I push too hard to have things my way. Feels good to allow life to unfold as it should. Praying for light in every day.
Thanks!
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“Change was here.”
Yesterday I entered a poem into a local poetry competition based … “Change”! One of the rules is that entries must not have been published before, but if you are interested I could e-mail you a copy.
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Hum. Supposing this is considered published now. A poetry competition π³ You have it won, I guarantee it. A copy if your entry, yes, please. Thank you
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The result will not be announced until late September and no publishing before that. I don’t think e-mails count. Just don’t share it to anyone else until October. Thanks. π
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Thank you for sharing your poem. I hope you WIN! Or maybe I should be quietly saying you deserve the acknowledgement. π
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We shall say. Meantime thank you for your support.
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Storms can be terrifying but storms pass. Change was here – change IS here. After the storm, the calm. God is not in the storm but in the still small voice. You must learn to listen when all is quiet and it’s hard to hear. God is not violence (this is nature) but possibility (this is divine.)
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So hard to hear when the little one inside of me is throwing the largest temper tantrum ever. Sitting with myself in the corner has helped. Being in Colorado – helped. Thank you for your love, Shari.
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This resonates with me so much right now! Beautiful! β€
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Oh, Penny, so happy to hear it. Praying for you. β‘
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