Victory
March 7, 2022
Goodness is stronger than evil. Love is stronger than hate.
Light is stronger than darkness. Life is stronger than death.
Victory is ours through Him who loved us
Quote -Desmond Tutu
Tag: light
Barefoot In The Sacred
February 13, 2021
Step outside the garden door,
fill your eyes with morning light,
your whole body with dawn fresh breath.
Sink your bare feet into the green cushion
of dewy wet grass,
your toes tingling with surprise.
In the heart of everything before you,
be still.
You are in the presence of The Sacred.
Pine Wood
July 23, 2020
Leaving the path
I walk into the woods.
Sit on a fallen branch
within a circle of
pine trees, twigs, sticks,
rotting wood,
pine needles and
fallen leaves,
layer upon layer,
composted.
A decay that
nourishes these
silent giants
whose spongy
trunks soar to
reach the light
high above.
There is shelter
from the wind,
but beneath
the evergreen canopy,
the silence is total,
like death, yet
it calls me
to listen,
to strive
for the
light.
Druantia
September 12, 2019
Through a weave of variegated ivy leaves,
upon which light and shade played games
with my imagination, the truncated tree presented
a face of hollow cheeks and hollow eyes that
questioned my beliefs.
During long winter months, while rain and gales
rampaged, scattering and flinging in a whirl of
winter chaos, the trunk held fast to its roots,
small creatures sought refuge in the dense
and healthy growth but what were my truths.
Thoughts of Celtic Gods and Goddesses occupied my mind, until spring came shyly
through a cloud of leafy tendrils that framed her face and a crown of green was placed,
for a mythical Goddess Queen, Druantia, protector of trees, grounding my beliefs and responsibility.
Being
October 23, 2014
‘BEING’
that which conceals itself,
yet is not hidden.
Without light, it reveals the birth of light.
IT IS
inconceivable.
Photo credit: Teri Flynn 2014.
Nest
January 20, 2014
Memory of Water
September 11, 2013
Bare morning light.
Iron smooth water.
Suddenly,
a fish breaks the surface.
Symphony
February 28, 2013
With the first hint of light, the chorus begins.
The song breaks the dawn in a symphony of love and praise.
Listen.
The universe beats in time to the rhythm and hearts large and small,
feathers and all, sing.
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