The Wind in my Heart

Wind, where is it? It comes, and it goes. It makes it's way through the leaves of a tree, yet I am not able to see where the wind comes from, or where it will go. I like the way the wind makes the tree leaves sound. It is a peaceful tone much like a gentle rain on a cool summer night. There is a similar wind in my heart. It makes it's way through my soul, and I am fresh again. It is the air I breathe, and the force that gives me life.

* Note on the above poem; This poem was written years ago when I was in Seminary looking out my dorm window as the wind blowing the leaves of a tree in front of me. This was at night and very inspiring to me as I put pen and ink together in creating this poem.

The Heart's Descent

The descent into one's heart re

veals multiple layers and endless paths uncovered by grief. Our heart is broken experiencing the hope of spirit through the devastation of loss moving us into an abyss. Often, an attempt to retrieve what cannot be guides our heart deeper into a core of existence. Where our heart yields to what is beyond it, awakening our soul bathing in eternity.

Samuel Oliver, author of, "What the Dying Teach Us: Lessons on Living"

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