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Visions Released

Intense Imagery (A Haiku)

For our child

Dance Upon Shadows

A Rose

Night bus home

A Comfort Sent to You

Black Lung

Restless

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Foolish hearts

Heart to Heart

Returning Hero

Old and New

Words

Shades

Clutch

Going back

The Warrior

Facing reality

In the wind

Loyal soldier

Please Live

Lifespan

Sitting

Living machine

Revolution in Bloom

Morning Candle

Welcome Jack

Shadows of December

Unholy Love

Frozen Retreat

Sacred Crone

A Silent Knowing

I Am Not Spoiled Stinky Curdled Milk

Yes, Leonard...It's Math Again Tonight

Winds of time

The Power

What

Hungry for life

Autumn

All men

Man with no name

The face at the bar

Questions

Young girl

To the sea

Mountain Morning Lakeside Fishing

Dragged

I'm Strong Enough to Thank You

Every Step

Whatever!

Carpe Diem

JOEL

A mon fils

TO SARA

GrAttitude

Senses

Crisp and Clear

For everyone and no one

Random Joy

Redemption

 

Welcome Jack

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One slow-moving summer
my sorrow was interrupted
by a part of God,

a wandering citizen of eternity,
an unwritten story
of tears and joy
colliding with a
crowd of rain
and shining like
the best idea.

I was alive with you.

Welcome, practicing angel
to this whirl of days;
not heaven,
but there is this:

chandelier mornings
and frozen infinities at night,

your unpolished surprises of summer
and all your imaginings scribed
in the shadow of
awakening

and so much love to keep
those sacred dreams
alive for
a lifetime.

I may not be there
with every new step,
to see the frogs that didn't
get away,

to hear your thoughts on
frogs and teachers and
philosophy and the tired
soul of sunsets,

but take this with you,
Heaven's brilliant plan,
miracle unfinished:

take the promise that
one pilgrim heart
walks with you.


Patricia Joan Jones





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