A lonely night.
A blustery wind
Blowing away what isn’t right.
Where has all the joy been?
Never fear…
It’s always been here.
We just need to open our souls
And take on the fated roles
We were blessed with
On the day of our birth.
Search within…
Let it all begin…
As was destined in the past
To relieve our rashness,
Anger, hurt, and pain.
We have chosen to refrain
From hurting and judging others.
Come in peace.
Dwell in love.
Give of thyself,
And you will know an abundance
Much greater than wealth.
Love as you would be loved.
It’s all in our destiny.
We chose wisely!
—Deborah A. Bowman Stevens
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 
Beautiful advice included in this glorious poem, Deborah. Wishing you an enjoyable festive season.
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It was a whim, as most of my thoughts/poems are. A blustery, lonely night. A friend lost power. I was concerned, but knew he had a fireplace. Lol So after the first two lines, it took on a new meaning of its own… Happy Holidays to you and your family as well!
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Absolutely stunning, well done 🙂
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Thank you… I was so impressed with your blog!
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A beautiful, imaginative ponder! 💕❤️
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I know my cerebral imaginings get pretty” out there” at times!
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