Flow on:

There

is  a flow

to nourish

the bones of my story

Her singing bowls have just

begun a morning’s ring…

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Lost:

bird in the sand

(credit image taken by: Charles E. Tate)

Upon grainy sands

she numbered them

Not alone

Thousand waves of heat

Not alone

though dark days come

Not alone

Wet and in despair

Lonely but not alone

A simple comfort

in distant friends

not alone

there is a path

carved out just for me

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My sweet Sol:

november-rain-olive-lg

(image credit photo: November rain- http://majamaki.com/2012/11/november-rain/ )

My soul

emerged – east of the Nile river

deeper – in the Red sea

Nesting in the wilderness

Hatching in milk and honey

I fastened my shoes in Passover

Borrowed gold, exchanged my foreign speech,

not bruised, marked or curse

Yet-upright my soul stood proudly

My soul has a name in Canaan- that’s mighty sweet.