waning moonwatches over pure heart
wind blows soft
in still night
heart beat slows
as warm bright light
gathers free soul
with wings at last
to fly free from pain
but never far away
in new still night
speak out loud her name
and she will be with you
at your side
always
~for Lisa
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photo by Phil Easter
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Your thoughts remind me of myself when I was your age. Here's something I wrote, I wonder if you can relate to it?
". . . standing at the Grand Canyon’s edge, looking over a vast distance to the western rim of the world. The heavens are a splendor in a painted desert sunset. Fluorescent reds and pinks, burnt orange, and shining yellow sunbeams fill the skies with their glowing banners.
The sun, like a simmering ball, is slipping beneath the horizon; the skies are alive with a blaze of color, playing of God’s glory to the height of the heavens, like playful children who do not know it is time for bed. A grand farewell, a final goodnight, in salute to Him to paints the skies with His heavenly pallet from above.
In your own spirit, could you not absorb the grandeur, the sense of exhilaration, to join in the heavenly celebration from above? How uplifting to the soul! And any man from any nation, whatever his earthly language, could feel creation’s song in his heart along side of you . . ."
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Have you ever sensed the language in the heavens, and felt their voice in your heart, and had your own heart drawn to it? It's the first step in a journey.
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