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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


Deadly and Merciful Blue

I have a story,
but it doesn't matter now,
with each wave a saga,
a lifetimeó
every death a birth,
just being here is speaking.

Gulls catch my crumbs
in midair and
become extensions of wind
and light,
an upheaval of light,
separate lights,
then one Being,
pulling and releasing
and taking me far from
the rattling hymns of betrayal,
lead wings, pastel bullets
and gift-wrapped pain
you have to open eventually,

just not while the wild sea
disbelieves time
and helps me understand
time is some cruel myth
we concocted,
minute by minute,
to keep us tame.

The sea labors for the Earth,
heaves and plunders,
bleeds and resurrects.

I hope this is how I end,
being deconstructed this way
in blue and benevolent furor,
hopefully something familiar
back at the birth
of our tiny speck of chaos.

Genesis replayed. The End of Days
charging in, then weeping at my feet.

And I won't care if no one remembers.
I was light playing the role
of a human for a while.

And it was perfect.

Patricia Joan Jones

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