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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


Crucible of Light

There's a gift in here
in this diamond-cutting pain that
creates the triumph and
the countless deaths
in me.

The lake has diluted
my haven of sky:
my jasmine-white
and star-forged armor of
long ago;
crackling testimonies
of power that outdanced kings
and empires and the
arrogance of time;
wind-shattered light scattered
here and there . . .

How perfect to be so utterly
dissolved, so dismantled,
so unbound,

and here, in this
wilderness of
here is where I will launch
without leaving
the ground.

Let the Earth rise with me.

I'll also take this theater of myths
circling the night,
but this time,
Sacred Music of the Spheres,
send all of me through the portal
or everything is
left behind.

And tell me,
just what is the rite of passage
into joy?

Is it giving like the Earth,
in love with itself, gives,
then takes everything,
then gives back more?

The stars are desolate
next to that devotion,
that deliverance.

Now don't sever
this perfect thread of knowing
with more questions.

I must die
and give
and die
to live again.

Patricia Joan Jones

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