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Dark Night of the Soul

This poem was previously posted and I repost today for a wonderful friend who is feeling the pains of the dark night.  He is a wonderful young man who I love dearly and like a mother.  I wish I could take his pain but I understand the Dark Night of the Soul is for his Soul’s growth.  Levon, I love you and believe in you.  I trust in God and know you will move forward and enter the light.  I ask each who read this to send him your love and light for healing of his emotional pains and a healing of his earth bound struggles.  He is deserving of great love and healing.

Running in the darkness of night,
searching blindly for light.
Life lost, in the dark night of the Soul.
A struggle with fear taking control.
In the dark night,
beauty is lost,
and pain grows,
in the place of the hollow wilted soul.
Emerging in strength the ego seizes hold.
The darkness is darker,
the light a faded memory,
forcing the soul to its knees.
Wilted, hollow the lifeless soul
sees a glimpse of the distant light.
“Keep your eyes on the light,”
echo the words of the Angels,
while quickly fleeting the dark night.
With each glance the light re-ignites
as the fears melt away.
The power of the soul
turns the darkest night into emerging grey.
“Come…Come…There is more for you to see,”
sing the Angels hovering above me.
With Fixed eyes focused on light
the damaged ego releases its hold.
The light so bright burns passion and joy
in the empty hole.
New Life is birthed in this once lost soul.

You’ve got this Levon!

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Dragonfly

This morning on my walk with King, we met a dragonfly who landed on a broken fence outside our back door. As it rested peacefully, King and I were able to move closer and closer as I took pictures. I felt grateful King did not try to eat it, as he so often does. When we finished our walk, the dragonfly was still there. It sat quietly awaiting our return. This time, I ventured even closer to get more pictures. I noticed it was pale without the bright colors usually seen. The wings translucent, and the eyes were big, so I knew this young dragonfly still had days or even weeks to mature. As it grows, it will develop its beautiful iridescent colors.

Dragonfly

A beautiful morning,
a cool and refreshing breeze,
the sounds of ruffling leaves.
With each step the presence of God
Is engulfing me.

A beautiful morning, I cannot resist
the love, the joy, I am of all of this.

I feel my heart swell,
the tear of my Soul
I silently shed.
In this moment
There’s not a thought in my head.

A beautiful morning, I cannot resist
the love, the joy, I am of all of this.

A walk-through nature
A journey at hand
A moment of pray
My Soul expands.

A beautiful morning, I cannot resist
the love, the joy, I am of all of this.

A dragonfly appears to me.
with a flutter of its wings,
and a gaze from its eye,
it sends a transformational
message rippling on by.

A beautiful morning, I cannot resist
the love, the joy, I am of all of this.

Filled with wisdom, power and the
knowing of change.
My Soul’s expansion is beyond
the earth’s plane
Deep in the spiritual meaning of life
my Soul’s passions ignite.

A beautiful morning, I cannot resist
the love, the joy, I am of all of this.

 

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Within

Prompt 8.8.19

Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt: Within #writephoto
https://scvincent.com/2019/08/08/thursday-photo-prompt-within-writephoto/

Within I turn
as my ego yearns
for completion of the lies it churns.
Trying so hard to create light
from the false beliefs it burns.

My ego in a space of tumultuous hast
is trembling with the weight of its own embrace.
The weight of false belief seek relief
yet, fear keeps the ego struggling to fight
with my soul that bounds in love and light.

My soul that radiates and quietly calls
the ego by name,
to align within my human frame.

My soul of eons of age
always with patience grace and ease.
waits for me to breath.
I release the old, the lies and bolden hold,
of my aching ego to surrender to my soul.

The stone crumbles and the light ignite,
the weight released and fear is nowhere near.

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From the Mist

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From the mist
matter forms,
Under the trees
love is born.
Along this journey
I align in faith,
with the entire human race.

The grass and leaves colored green
are the life that love does bring.
The canopy above
filters light,
Yet, love is never blocked
from sight.

In my journey of
shades and light
I accept all things
as a statement of God’s might.
What is my destination for today?
It is to love, honor and pray.

A misty, foggy morning is a reminder to me to live in the moment and not to worry about what is unseen.  With faith in God, all will be revealed and the moment of now is quite divine.  Embrace it, live it, and love it!

Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompthttps://wordpress.com/read/feeds/3193846/posts/2364018281

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