Praying
Some days are for praying Down on our knees While asking for a miracle We cannot yet see ********************** Some days are for praying Down on our knees To joyfully give thanks For the miracle received
Some days are for praying Down on our knees While asking for a miracle We cannot yet see ********************** Some days are for praying Down on our knees To joyfully give thanks For the miracle received
The honeybee offered And I said yes To pack up my troubles To carry my mess One after the other He packed them away Covered each with pollen To make sure they’d stay Upon his legs As he warmed up his wings When he took flight I heard him sing, “Today’s problems Will be tomorrow’s… Read More Something Sweet
On paper wings She flies Touching flowers Touching sky And when she grows tired In her fragility She waits on the wind To lift her, to guide her To where she never knew She always needed to be
The whole world is broken Let’s give her a hug And send our prayers up to The One Above Who will kiss our foreheads Bandage our hurts While holding our hands For better or worse Until all is not broken
Do you see the landscape Desolate with snow, Or do you see the landscape With an ethereal glow? Though the ground is frozen Growth has begun Spring flowers are born Of snow and sun
Signs of spring are in the air So, let’s shed winter’s cares Let’s wash them, fold them Hang them out to dry And with a bit of luck Away, they’ll fly
A bluebird appeared To brighten the day To sing a song That with us will stay As a melody of hope Always
For all of those Who are struggling today We close our eyes And silently pray May peace and light Illuminate the way Along the path To hope and healing
My favorite tree Has been dropping her leaves It’s as if she too Feels the rampant unease So much unrest To hear and see Wildfires, floods Viral disease Still, she digs deep Deep into the ground Until what was lost Is once again found In the air, the dirt The churning sea A new leaf… Read More My Favorite Tree
The morning sings Of what’s to come Beginning low As a distant hum It fills the air It stirs the birds From their nests Sweet tweets are heard Songs of peace Songs of hope That help us heal That help us cope Today And again Tomorrow
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