The Making Of

 

-------The Making Of-------

 

The kind 

of hope

that I 

believe in

 

Is not the hope

of wait 

and see

 

But

the kind

that asks

our presence

 

In the making of 

what we want

to be.

 

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Deciduous

 

-------Deciduous-------

 

Balanced 

between 

the edges 

of a dream

 

And the forest that is 

this world 

we live in

 

I trust my 

self

like a leaf

to falling

 

And the mystery awaiting

our return

to earth.

 

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As Well

 

-------As Well-------

 

The brilliance 

of Autumn

is in the leaves

 

Changing 

and inviting

us all to change

 

As we,

as well,

behold the many,

 

Different

and beautiful 

colors.

 

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Shape Me

-------Shape Me-------

 

From the 

company 

of Cedar and Fir

 

I return to the Hickory,

to the Maples and the Oak

of my home 

 

Where the land 

has shaped me

like it has the trees

 

And rain drops 

make music 

on the leaves.

 

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Clear

 

-------Clear-------

 

On a clear day

I can recognize 

the flowers

 

Growing

among what I once thought 

as weeds.

 

A peace 

of mind 

is common ground

 

Where all 

find welcome 

and all belong.

 

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