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Seeing Beyond the Ordinary

Discover the Beauty in Each Day

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Excited to announce my book, “A Practical Guide to Awareness” is now available on Amazon!  If you are interested in a signed, discounted copy please let me know in comments, or send your email! Thanks for all the support! https://www.amazon.com/Practical-Guide-Awareness-Discovering-Purpose/dp/1983603392

Magic Christmas

Casting its faded light,

the fog bathed…

the world in white,

obscuring details

of the lonely night.

Now upon morn,

it still hung like a cloak,

a calm blanket,

underneath were fairy folk.

Peeking out from underground,

making their presence known,

tis time for Christmas

to cast a spell …

bringing happiness to town!

It started with twinkling lights,

then on to ribbons,

hanging from the heights,

strung on trees amidst the leaves,

birds twittering,

stringing garlands,

toys and gifts,

leaving stockings full

for all the kids.

Upon waking, the village now merry

awed at being blessed

by fairies…

to have a little peace,

all playing with toys,

to see the light,

families singing,

sharing the joy!

 

 

Heaven’s Gate

On wings of doves

she flew,

with her loves…

as promised on faith,

some day we may

have a talk,

to learn the way

to paradise.

What its like

and how to claim,

the wonder waiting…

beyond the rise,

of clouds and rainbows,

created by…

a million sighs.

Of dreams and passions,

thrown to the heavens,

sprinkling earth

from the skies,

like tiny raindrops overhead,

meant to fulfill

our deepest desires.

We know the gate

is by death itself,

but to cry and wail,

is lacking grace,

as has been told

through the ages,

images we hold…

Love, light and peace

Just waiting there

at the end…

of heaven’s stairway.

 

Departure

Morning glory

sunrise beams

colors of softness

highlight pain.

Little by little

the light slips through,

Leaving only bright

—ness.

Then the soul cries

its done…

no more body

only peace,

till the sunset

of a life,

We go on

through days

quickly paced,

when finally departed,

thats the time,

most will realize

its not in space,

but of a certain

perfect haze,

paradise…

or lover’s gaze.

Heaven is what

we treasure most,

Reunion with spirit,

love and grace.

 

Transitions

The world alone

shudders in fear,

as glaring reality

forces us to atone.

We close ourselves

to what may come,

creating an illusion

as to draw near…

our dreams and loves

of turtle doves,

gentle images surround

silent tears.

For love may come

and love may go,

but friendship lasts

forever so…

that when the time

comes to say—

goodbye….

the bond remains,

between hearts,

it never dies,

whether in spirit —

or in your lovely blue eyes.

 

 

 

Conference Report — Writer’s Digest Novel Writing | J. C. Conway

Luna

Standing upon the sodden shore,

gazing upward at the moon,

all are shipwrecked here,

as Luna wakens our inner core.

Light a fire in our soul,

shining brightly in the sky,

cleansing the sadness and more,

luminous energy raises high…

all is possible in our eyes.

Now is time

to break the past

visions of life

begin to surpass,

disappointments are sly,

now its time to smile,

knowing today we can but shine.

 

 

Hope

Morning clouds hang

high over the trees

flying skyward

listening to me

singing softly

all night long…

setting my soul free.

Blue and white and purple still,

sun set’s shining rays

belie the thrill

witness to an Angel’s flight,

a splendid highlight of the night.

Evolution reveals the path,

of Ancient wisdom…

to unlock our human strife

help to others on the road,

to-ward freedom

to-ward life!

 

 

 

 

 

Dream It

Upon waking, she heard a voice

sweet and still

nothing shrill,

whispers in the morning

light.

Saying slowly

strong and sure,

never fear

there is always more.

For those who ask

and those who choose,

the way is clear,

of this we are sure.

Lilting and low,

the tenor led her

to a field settled with snow,

whereupon she witnessed

the rising sun.

See this field of wheat my dear?

The song asked her so, so near.

All of the town

may have this to eat.

Rise up and tell the people

of the town,

sleeping still,

to come and harvest

the bounty here.

Running to alert the folk,

she saw a vast green patch,

wondering …

she stopped.

Seeing vegetables rising

and growing to the sky!

Now she felt

her excitement grow,

she thought her hopes

were all but lost,

this WAS a miracle,

before her eyes.

Skipping now

she went fast,

barely breathing,

flying past,

a stand of cows

with a sign

that read, free milk here

come for repast.

Stumbling into

the center of town,

she could not talk,

or even frown,

wonderment filled her cherub face,

sparked with joy,

and beaming grace,

the town was saved,

by pure belief,

that all would be well,

and all would be safe.

Praying each night,

when all was lost,

hope restored,

onward to see.

The villagers gathered

to hear the tale,

told by a young girl,

of her beautiful dream,

and all were beholden

in their quiet faith,

knowing the way was always there,

uncovered by the love of

a sweet dear girl,

and presented by God,

to save them all,

safe & sound

who heard the call.

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