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Behind Walls of Data

In the Last Green Hours

Crucible of Light

Dogs (A micropoem)

The Angels of Hawksbill Mountain

Beyond the Gates of Orion

Sanctuary Within

The Sacred Opulence of Abundant Joy

Sitting With Stars

Light of the Tempest


Follow the Birdsong

Celestial Rite

One More Moon Beside Me

Legacy of Ash

Born in a Field of Light

Resurrection in Albemarle County

Dialogue With Silence

Moving Past the Dream

Deadly and Merciful Blue

Sky Full of Legends

On the Border of Earth and Being

Who You Really Are

Council of Stars

Scattered As One

Unfinished Bridge To the Infinite

Scenes from Within

Moon of Secrets

Memories of the Kingdom

In the Church of Ordinary Miracles

Finding Religion in Sperryville

Theater of Shadow and Light

Sapphire Birth

Web of Infinity

Voices from a Choir of Stars

Traveler in the Unseen

Into the Silence

A Soft Ascent

Through a Sacred Forest

Innocent Questions

On the Bridge After a Storm

The Sound of Creation

Your Song in the Ivy

Universe Within

New Empire

Another Afterlife

Where the Wind Lives

Another Kind of Prayer

Indigo Fire

Last Inch of Flame

Blue Home

Sacred Crone

What the Deer Understands

Some Water Lilies I Used to Know

Gates of Orion

Requiem for Yesterday

In a Moment of Understanding

April Snow

Symphony in Sable

Justice Denied


Graduation Day

Fire from a Distant Life

Frozen Retreat

Welcome Jack

Remembering Spring

A River's Chant

Shadows of December

Please Live

Unholy Love

A Silent Knowing

Morning Candle

A Multitude of One

Love is Now

Follow the Birdsong 2


Night of the Broken Glass, Revisited

Someone Else's Paradise

Canvas of Gold (A Tribute to Poetry Sites)

On the Edge of a Dead World

A Very Late Apology

It Is You

When Two Hearts beat as One


His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us


Through a Sacred Forest

Don't speak.
Too many miracles are

wild mint, sassafras,
and rumors of a bearó
just another glossy evening
to hunt the thought
that got away
and follow it somewhere,
it doesn't matter.
Its life is its own.

They say the bear came
down from the
mountains, and yes,
I intend to see it. I've
ceded too much
territory to fear
and now it's time
to love everythingó
to be the sky, the bear,
the stars,
the All,
amazed by itself,
returning to the beginning,
entering the silence,
inviting others
into the grand surprise
before life's gateway closes
like the iron lid over
the dogwoods
where Venus burns through
with a new idea,

and like any good fight
this day will not die
gracefully. It will
thrash in a pink storm
and dive and sing
on its way
to another life,

as we should,

and this time
I choose freedom.
This time I will not
turn back.
This time I will be
fully drenched
in the beauty, the wonder,
the terror . . .

My heart in lockstep
with the tin march
of cicadas,
I walk deeper,
and deeper still,
into the forest
that knows my name.

Patricia Joan Jones

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