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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

Forbidden

Visions Released

For our child

Dance Upon Shadows

A Rose

Night bus home

A Comfort Sent to You

Black Lung

 

Voices from a Choir of Stars




They sounded like living rain.
They danced like crystals of a
broken moon upon the lake,
and fluttered soft
as the thread
of wind
coiled in my hair.

They were pious as priests,
raucous as gypsies,

and with words from
another world,
their lyrics scattered me
everywhere,
to recreate me
here,
and they said:

You don't need to weep with remorse.
You don't need to say anything special
to be heard.
You just have to want it,
to be in it,
to allow it to love the
wandering proverb that you are . . .

So now I travel,
light year
after light year,
condensed in
my holy now,

through a tumble of new questions,
through a foam of knowing,
through a blizzard of their
sputtering, blinding
lives.

Is there truly no end?
And where are we going?

And I'm sure I heard:
You know you've arrived
when Forever is here,
when the music of
the spheres
is your brazen heart
spilling,

and there is no space
between you
and God's voice
in a choir of stars.

Patricia Joan Jones






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