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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

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

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His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

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His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

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His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

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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

 

In the Church of Ordinary Miracles



Why do I always choose
to do the reasonable thing
when another day is
happening
without me?

And see,
I almost missed it again:
a glimpse of a deer,
as feminine as any
Pre-Raphael goddess, and
I'm sure she knows it . . .

Or the fragrance of mist
that could be something wild
or something holy,
all I know is that it
has taken me through the
portal to my
childhood,
to the Catholic masses,
those sung in Latin,

when the sprawling vowels
of priestly chants
wore the room like a veil
and lifted us
like pious moths
to a flame of redemption,

till everything unimportant
vanished in that
gold-plated, midnight-scented,
tear-washed epic,

but this time,
in this diamond spot
of understanding,
there are no nuns like
cloaked soldiers,
and nothing to fear
if I sing while others
are silent,
or dance like a fool
while others are still, or
choose to be who I was
before they made
me who I am,

to love without needing,
to pray without words,
to be this day
in a ferocious life,
to be a practicing immortal
on currents of light
I cannot fathom
or stop.

Just silent.
Just here.

Patricia Joan Jones





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