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The Seasons of Life – #PoetryforChange #Poetrychallange

 

 

Over the past year, Life has led me in more than a few new and, often, frightening directions. The Path has often seemed obscured, littered with debris that grasps and reaches to ensnare me or cause me to stumble. There have been more than a few moments when I stopped and gazed round in confusion, uncertain of the way in which I should go and fearful of what lies ahead; and once or twice I doubled back, attempting to find the trail once again. Yet, in spite of the twists and turns; regardless of the brambles and scrubby undergrowth crowding the track, and notwithstanding the shadows of doubt that clouded the way like thick, enshrouding fog, my feet continued forward.

Walking through the woodlands of life is ever challenging; yet is often equally rewarding. The views and vistas are picturesque and charming; the breeze is sweet, fresh and clean and the lighting is sublime. Avenues meander through coppices streaming with ribbons of sunlight; streams burble and play over sleek, moss-covered stones; and life teems all about you. You may not always be certain of the direction in which you should travel, but the way is intriguing and beautiful, in spite of it all.

The paved way that leads straight through the center of town may, indeed, be easier to traverse. It may be direct; it may be well lighted; it may seem a “no-brainer”, but without obstacles, trials and challenges, there is very little opportunity to test our strength or increase our endurance. The leaf-litter upon the rocky path may seem a dangerous pitfall, but if we walk along a perfectly manicured lawn, how will we ever learn to keep our feet under us? Life is, after all, about the journey, not the destination; it’s about becoming stronger and more confident through the tests we encounter along the way; it’s about discovering our way and ourselves along that way.

So, as the Seasons of Life shift and blur, and my Journey ever changes; the path remains the same and Leads me ever in the right Direction, should I Choose to Follow.

Thank You, my Friends, for walking along this path with me; for Sharing the Journey and waiting on me when I fall behind. You are, indeed, a Treasure; You are the unexpected Briar Rose Blossoming Sweetly among the scraggly undergrowth and YOU are the reason I linger, Smiling, as verses and lyrics Spring Anew.

~Blessings ~

I invite you to JOIN ME in Creating Positive Change through poetry.

Whether you opt for Free Verse, Form, Narrative, or Visual Poetry, I hope you will take up this simple challenge to post once a week about something you BELIEVE needs to be changed.

Please use the hashtag #PoetryforChange and spread the word by reblogging and retweeting your post and others with the same tag.

Let’s make the world a better place!

With Hope for Harmony,

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Photography found at: daveallenphotography.com

Before Time – #LovePoetry

Your Spirit calls to me,
Across Distance,
Across Time,
An echo of Memory
Transcending Rhyme,
Reminding that We Two should Be
Together in Union,
Blessed Inexorably,
Ever Seeking the Other,
Will we Meet,
Will we Sigh,
Breathlessly Waiting
For each breath,
Before Time.

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Poetry and Art by ~Morgan~

~Thank You for reading ~

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#WordlessWednesday – Sparkles of Spring

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Beautiful Photographs found on Pinterest. Credit acknowledged to the Amazing Original Photographers. Thank You ~

Trust- #Inspirational #Poetry

Trust is Taking a Step forward, in spite of not knowing what the outcome of that step might be.
Trust is Walking in the Light of Faith, even when your mind is full of uncertainties.
Trust is Hoping in the face of improbability.
Trust is Believing the Path you are on is the One Meant For You.
Trust is closing your eyes and Listening with your Spirit.
Trust is Knowing that you will never be led to a place you cannot contend with or from where you cannot Learn and Grow.
Trust is Behaving like what you Expect to happen has Already happened.
Trust is Working towards Goals you never Dreamed of Setting.
Trust is Smiling when the Sweet Voice of Reassurance Whispers in your ear that Everything will be All Right.
Trust is Living with Joy when you are surrounded by cheerlessness and anger.
Trust is Waking to the Dawn with a Thankful Heart.
Trust is Loving even before Love Arrives.
Trust is a Daily Choice.
Trust Trusts.

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original art by: Stuart Manuel

Miracle of Delicacy

Miracle of Delicacy,

Spun Upon Threads of Gossamer Beauty,

Glistening in the Scintillating Reflection Of Your Majestic Love.

Dew Drops of Miniature Splendor,

Whispering Mystery, Sweet and Pure,

Brighten,

And Lighten,

All Who Are Unsure.

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Inspired by the Beautiful writings of Easter Ellen at: http://easterellen.com

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found at: signatureln.wordpress and Wallcoo.com

A Single Syllable – #PoetryforChange #Poetrychallenge

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“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.”

-Edgar Allan Poe

Do we truly ever stop to consider just how far and wide our words and musings travel?  How often do we say things before we consider the lasting effect those words may have, on others or on our own lives?  Can we grasp the powerful truth that what we speak becomes our reality?

I have listened over the past months to all the raucous noise of hatred and intolerance flooding our media; of friends dividing from friends and loved ones from loved ones over matters that are fleeting, but I have not raised my voice to join the chorus.

Rumi said:  “Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”

How right he was, for the Power of our words, whether spoken or written, create change, instill impressions, teach lasting lessons, and take root.  I recently stumbled across my own words, which I use on Facebook as part of my profile introduction, and had to pause.

Words are spoken, heard, seen, felt and dreamed.

Indeed they are!  In this hour, when unleashed anger spills over our world, near and far; how will we choose to use our words?  Will we Build or destroy?  Will we mock or Encourage?  Will we take aim with Positive or negative energy?  For myself, for my writing and the consequence of the same, I will strive to unleash Harmony.  Compassion.  Tolerance.

“All I need is a sheet of paper and something to write with, and then I can turn the world upside down.” -Friedrich Nietzsche

Human beings are blessed with the rare gift of language, but they are also blessed with a gift called conscience.  Regardless of whether you believe in an afterlife or not; heedless of the truth of Karma or the possibility of having to answer for our every action in some measure, the simple reality, in my humble opinion, is this:  what we say; notwithstanding how we say it, has a consequence.  My words, written or spoken, will have an effect on someone, somewhere, in some manner, and I do not flout that responsibility.  Certainly I feel strongly about this or that, but I do not presume I know enough to say that I am right and someone else is wrong.

What if we are all wrong?  What if the only Power on Earth and in the vast cosmos over our heads is the Potent Power of a single syllable?  What happens if the indelible connection we refuse to accept is the simplest and most complex notion of all.

Love.

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The Touch of Love is seen in the Miraculous as well as the Simple,
In the Drops of Water upon a newborns head,
In the Benediction o’er a Final Resting Place;
The Touch of Love is Bread in our Hands
And Wine on our Lips,
In Prayers offered beside the sickbed
And in Joyful Laughter at the birth of Life;
The Touch is in the Understanding and Patience Spoken to a Troubled Youth,
And in the Sincere Help offered to One in Need,
It is Heard in the Promise of Unconditional Love
And the Warm Embrace or Handclasp extended to a Stranger.
The Touch of Love is known in the grinding bit of a drill
Searching for Fresh Water In a Forgotten Village,
And in a coverlet offered to a refugee, lost and alone.
The Gentle Touch of Love is Shared through words of Encouragement
To One depressed, discouraged or grieving,
And Through the Compassion of Empathy conveyed
By a Wordless Nod or Gaze.
The Touch of Love is Extended to Each of Us and Shared Through All of Us,
To The World In Need.

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I invite you to JOIN ME in Creating Positive Change through poetry.

Whether you opt for Free Verse, Form, Narrative, or Visual Poetry, I hope you will take up this simple challenge to post once a week about something you BELIEVE needs to be changed.

Please use the hashtag #PoetryforChange and spread the word by reblogging and retweeting your post and others with the same tag.

Let’s make the world a better place!

With Hope for Harmony,

~Morgan~

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Poem inspired and written in conjunction with Pastor Robert Kehrli

 

 

 

Love Shouts – #Poetry of #Spirituality, #Meditation and #Easter

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Reminders Sing

As Fair Morning wakes to Kiss the Golden Daytide,

Shimmering in Resplendent Glory

As matins Lilt from the Viridian Sanctuary,

Joyous carols raised upon the breeze,

To Remind all who dare to Listen

That Life has been Renewed,

Splendor robed in subtlety Rejoices in the Light,

fear, Death and unbridled doubts

fall into shadow

When Love Shouts!

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer.  Thank you.

 

 

Primal – #Passionate #LovePoetry

Primal, Deep, Incite and Allay,

Teasing, Breathing, Carrying me Away,
You Are!
You Are!
You Are!
You Are!

I’m Caught, I’m Trapped, I’m Yours, Undenied,

Entranced, Ensnared, Deliciously Mesmerized,
I Am!
I Am!
I Am!
I Am!

You Have me Hoping, Yearning, Burning

Like this World, Forever Turning,
Spinning!
Spinning!
Spinning!
Spinning!

Your Love is an Inspiring Sensation,

An Intoxication and Beguiling Temptation,
There’s No Escape!
There’s No Escape!
There’s No Escape!
There’s No Escape!

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Christiane Vleugels

Christiane-Vleugels

Harmonious Night – #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld

 

Who can sleep when there are words to write,
While the moon hangs o’re the Slumbering Night,
Chasing dreams in shades most Compelling,
Pouring into my heart, it’s lush secrets telling.

Long the willows caress the breeze,
While cicadas drone in the darkened trees,
Serenade of Moonlight, Softly sighing,
Upon the trades, my Spirit Flying.

Distant as the glimmering Morn,
All my worries forgotten, like pages, torn,
Spacious skies, Entrancing my Sight,
Stars in their courses, Twinkling Light.

Ever could I Walk ‘neath the Harmonious Night,
Mute with Wonder at the Lyrical sight.

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Poetry and Art by ~Morgan~

~Thank You for reading ~

If you’d like to keep up with everything I’m doing, sign up for my monthly newsletter by visiting my author website

If you’d like to see more of my artwork, please visit my DeviantArt page

#WordlessWednesday – Delicately Spring

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Beautiful Photographs found on Pinterest. Credit acknowledged to the Amazing Original Photographers. Thank You ~