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Quiet Resurrection When you dwell in pain,not knowing where to go,too wounded for revenge or anger, it would seem easierto have your limbs cutfrom your body, thento climb the mountainin front of youwith all your heavy,broken pieces to carry– gradually, gently,in the darknessangels encourage your eyesto look up–where a sky full of starsilluminates twinkles of […]
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Apple Grove I slept last nightin an apple grovewhere the Mackintosh scented airfilled my resting bodyreclined on a bed of soft grasswith satisfying sweetnesssupporting my peace but before I closed my eyesI was struck by the skyfilled with dazzling starssparking a thought in my mindof an imagined soulyet unidentifiable days laterseemingly randomlywhen I was eatingan
Ode Oh South Carolina beachas far as my lonely heart can reachinto the ocean of daysthat float away in blue. Oh South Carolina coastresurrect me from the ghostI have become in morning lightand hug me near to you throughout the dreadful night. Oh South Carolina tideI will follow as you abideon windy seas so briskly
Love Proclamation However low I fallI will not fall from youHowever high I riseI will not be above youHowever intensely I desireI will not betray youHowever deeply I miss youI will not chase youHowever anguished by fearI will not run away from youHowever completely I love youI will be complete without you Linda Joy Walder
Quarterpoint The backbone of ecstatic joyis excruciating pain,the kind that requires the windto breathe for youso your lungs can functionfilled with synchronized airgently moving your awakening 2 Corinthians 12:9“I” ‘And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee:for my strength is made perfect in weakness’ to take the solo standawed by the connectivityof
December Beach I came to the beach todaystrong and clearon this December daythat brought me hereinviting me to recallthe struggles of my falland how with courage I stoodon steady feet not knowing if I coulduntil I heard the seagull’s raucous crylike a bugle sounding pain’s releasethen took a breath of air and let my soul
Looking Over A Ladybug We are on desert timewhere hours fly gentlylike hummingbirds gliding,amusing ourselveswatching playful cottontailsdarting in and out of bushy brush,sunsets dripping in liquid gold,the tranquil repose of the moon. It is herein Augustwhere we melt our griefin sauna heatlooking over a ladybugto see the future. Linda Joy Walder (dedicated to my cherished
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There Comes A Time There comes a timeto recoverto throw down the swords that have cut youto view the wounds as emblemshonoring your resilienceand to take all that you have learned and discoveredto live your best lifeto open your soulto love with every fiber of your powerforgiving the failures of others forgiving yourself too Linda Joy Walder
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Reflection The dreams,they wake you upfrom dreary days in bedwhen it is an effort to sip wateror eat a crust of bread. The changes,they unfold in chapters livedbecoming stories you tellbut no longercan rely upon for accuracy. The realizations,they happen graduallythen suddenly fall from the cloudsraining lightly upon your bodyuntil the sun fills you. The
Love Love is limitless,unconfined by time and space,invisibly known. Linda Joy Walder Ride the wave of creativity and get Linda’s latest news LEARN MORE Have a question? Want to send me a message?
