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MEDITATION and CONTEMPLATION |
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ALL POETRY & PHOTOGRAPHY © Helen Catherine Cramer
MAY BE USED WITH PERMISSION IF AUTHOR ACKNOWLEDGED |
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Meditation
Happiness is so short lived
Sorrow seems to last forever
To drown with its bitterness
The warmth of love.
But there is no sorrow so great
That faith cannot enter
And give hope to a tortured soul
The love of God
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From My Window
The top of a tree
Etched in the sky
A bare bough looms
Where a bird flies by.
The world so still
With promise of storm
The sky slate grey
No sun yet born.
A magpie calling
For her young to return
Drums in the sky
And a fire that burns.
The gates of Heaven
Fall open to earth
Its rivers overflow
And give rise to new birth.
Then all of a sudden
A split in the sky
The grey dividing
Where a rainbow lies.
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AS AN EYELID BLINKS
Life passes so quickly,
As an eyelid blinks
The curtain comes down
And darkness falls
The play unfinished
Dreams unfulfilled
It is done.
What then awaits the other side?
Can this be all
Is there no other life
No reward no welcome?
Oh blessed Faith
Where hope abides
To you I turn
And find peace
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Dreams
In the silence of the night
Where the broken hide -
And solace seek,
You wander through my dreams
And when I awake
I see you there
Just as the dream –
And know you’ve been.
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DANCING OF THE PALMS
The wind plays the leaves,
And softly sighing
The gentle breeze
Moves between giving life.
Whipped to greater urgency
Higher fronds sway and bow,
Rustling music, gusting passion,
A frenzy now
Swaying, blowing,
Entwining leaves
The trunk a pendulum
Tall and slender
Sways slowly in the crazed dance
Until all is quiet.
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Little bird upon the branch
Barren, barren, barren, branch.
He hails the world
His place to be
And when danger threatens
Flies to thee
Mother bosom of the tree.
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