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Testimony Tuesday: Candles

Testimony Tuesday: Candles

Poetry, spirit, spiritual growth, spiritual practice, spiritual practices, Spirituality
Sometimes things just land in your lap and you say, "Thank you" and go with it! This is just such a day. We have a guest posting from Joan Leotta. Joan is an author and story performer. She arrived on my email doorstep this week and I am delighted to share her gifts. As testimony Tuesday is dedicated to pointing towards the truth of things, I feel her gracious offering of Candles is in order. I am very grateful to her generosity! Thank you, Joan! Candlesby Joan Leotta que non se apaguentus ideas (amnesty international) On my shirt, asingle candlesurrounded by barbed wire,marks light's rolerelieving a world of darkness.In my heart,ideas flicker, grow strongas I live the admonitionof my shirtto make real the wordsof my ideals with my penand daily life performance.Freedom.Wis...
JOY . . . I am beautiful now

JOY . . . I am beautiful now

Joy, poem
I have been searching Old Woman and I find her in mySelf Daughters of Copper Woman, Ann Cameron In case you haven’t noticed, I’m beautiful now, beautiful in ways I never was in callow youth ... On fire now with the violet fire of soul speak, treading a lighter path with a brighter spirit. · Sparking pink tourmaline, green jade, amethyst. Blue sapphire flashing through the cloud of my being, shooting stars in a cobalt sky of my heart. I shed the pyrite, lead, hematite, the heavy, the dross. Lost in a whisper of indigo dreams ... like a gray sparrow feather I float through Eternity, a fragile-strong willow-wisp of joy. · In case you haven’t noticed, I am beautiful now, beautiful in the way of all young women in that once-upon-a-time when they were old.
JOY … in our ability to reach out and love

JOY … in our ability to reach out and love

Joy, poem, Poetry
  I think human beings are remarkable for their ability to reach out and love even though they know it’s all going end. the wheat has ripened, the lavender is fading white jasmine breaths into gray signs of rain in your lively days, you were light and laughter now i know you as a shadow across the face of the moon, an empty house in my heartland © 2015, poem and illustration, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day and The BeZine), All rights reserved