Seven stones in my hand Where have these stones been? Who has stepped on them?
a Testimony\ is more than what I say\ it is who I am!
* ** Red Lanterns,***
\ WAVES . . . . . . . . . . . . . Stephen Douglas
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I hear a poem, do you hear 1 2? Author: Stephen Douglas
Hope through Tragedy
Author: Stephen Douglas
I used to be a tall strong pine tree In Manawatu hills beyond thee With branches wide and green; Habitat for wild birds and bees,
*I turn my gaze to address your moon* *face and shout aloud my boon*
I walk the steps of Saints Francis and Clare. . . .
``` We all walk the road to Emmaus, A walk not too far from heart breaking affairs. Affairs which create doubts and questions about what is possible in life. Such happenings can engage deep conversations with friends, Turning despair to hope, a place not too far from here. We all walk our road to Emmaus,
“Am I my brother’s keeper, shouted the stranger from the back, tell my brother to divide the family inheritance with me.”
``` ………………..A .. Morning .. Walk
In isolation...in a room...the empty tomb
sunlight on my face
Ocean waves pound upon the shore
Be they praying or callous workers hands
That fine dining score; 5 course with wine
Inspirational, free flowing
**It was an unusual sight to see** **Because it was only part of the tree**
One small leaf curls and tucks itself next to another,
As our body requires oxygen to move, to breathe, to know the taste of life
The way I spend time out in nature can affect how much my physical and mental health will recharge and how I benefit from it.
…….Where upon we lie upon our bed…………...to dream of what’s ahead
So, I Ponder. . . . .
If you be Light when all around is dark
Lower Dam – Wainui-o-mata
delicate. . .delicate. . .delicate…..
I rake the fallen camellias, which lie upon the ground. They’ve flowered their youth; Bloomed their best - in seasonal time.
The weather changes like my mood as I contemplate life at noon. I wonder if the rain today has a message plain & true.