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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

A Council of Stars

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

Gossip

Graduation Day

Fire from a Distant Life

Follow the Birdsong

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

Archibald

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

THE WOLD LIKE THIS!

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

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

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

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

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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

Forbidden

Visions Released

For our child

Dance Upon Shadows

A Rose

Night bus home

A Comfort Sent to You

Black Lung

 

Through a Sacred Forest




Don't speak.
Too many miracles are
happening:

wild mint, sassafras,
blackberries
and rumors of a bearó
just another glossy evening
to hunt the thought
that got away
and follow it somewhere,
anywhere,
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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