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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

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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

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

Forbidden

Visions Released

For our child

Dance Upon Shadows

A Rose

Night bus home

A Comfort Sent to You

Black Lung

 

Into the Silence



The night sky
could almost kill me
with its weight of
of blindness and
flame—
so much time and
space and
erupting stillness
falling to a
world never ready
for real secrets,

each star an epoch
encased in
crackling ice,
each an ancient death
too beautiful
to interpret—
one way to be immortal.

I must have been born
a thousand times
in whirling moments
stranded in that
wild and hissing
multitude,

and still, some say
this is all
there is . . .
such captivity
to live in only
what can be seen.

The ant on his planet
of mountains and monsters
believes this is the world.
Also the fish in his
glassy dream.
Also the private cyclone
of the hummingbird—
in its frantic galaxy
it has only
the color of sweetness
to live for.
Also humanity,
believing we are
these bodies we
explore in,

so convinced this
magnificent and
terrifying cage around us
is all we can touch
and good enough.

So where is this vastness,
not beyond,
but within,
and everything . . .
and so much more
than we ever imagined?

Just a turn of
a thought,
a silk thread
of a prayer,
a dusting of something
once believed
and forgotten,

and here it is:
the door, the silence,
the Light, the bliss,

God's hand.

Walk through
and greet
the universe you are.

Patricia Joan Jones






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