The Sun Will Shine Down Upon Me Again

The Rays Are Reaching Out

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The Sun came up this morning, but I was mourning

So I didn’t see its glory and its warming

I wanted to ignore the rays’ beauty

For I felt it was my duty

Then for months, it rained in many ways

From storms and clouds to tears and fears

But I’m reaching out today and seeing the Sun’s rays

The Sun will shine down upon me again

Though I don’t know why or even when

But I see a smile from heaven above

Sending me joy, cherished messages, and love

“Go ahead and let the Sun shine

Reach out, it’s time…”

To let the Sun seep into my being

It begins with truly seeing

What has come before

What’s left that’s more

Going forward and noticing the glow

Rather than denying the beauty I know

The Glory of God is in the sky

I’m not hiding, nor asking why

I must see … and be…

Even when I cry…

Deborah A. Bowman

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The Final Poem in the Silent Retreat Series.

A Writer's Inspirational Setting — A Writer’s Inspirational Setting

This poem is from the last meditation we experienced at the Silent Retreat. I can see in retrospect I have come a long way. Now I am going to take a break for a couple of weeks to go to the beach and to visit my mother. I will miss you all, but have a lot to look forward to when I return to catch up on all your inspiring postings.

The Gift

God/ goddess doesn’t want me to think of dying.

My time is not yet.

It seems I’ve been trying

To find the treasure I did get.

“Annie’s Book, Blessed With A Gift”

Is the one I’ve waited so long to sift

Through the research of past-life regression.

Yet it’s the one that holds the key

To the catharsis that is draining me.

I hear a whisper of a suggestion

That this manuscript will release and heal me.

In silence, I will be free!

HAVE A WONDERFUL, HEALING SUMMER!

Poem of Sitting Outside at a Silent Retreat, #4: Dandelions!

Dandelions

by Deborah A. Bowman

The sun upon the golden dandelions makes me glad to be alive!

I know now that in spite of everything I will survive.

God has intervened and immense power he does wield.

I know that the Universe will finally let me heal.

I believe in miracles, and I’ve helped so many others.

Why not let go and free myself to help another … me!

“Healer, Heal Thyself!”

“Empath” let go of sadness!

I will surround myself with joy and gladness.

Deep breaths of healing white light

Will dispel the fear and dark feelings that hold on so tight.

Yes, I believe in miracles definitely.

Why can’t one small miracle be me?

That would give me the strength to go on

To give to others what I have found.

That is what I’ve always believed

That is my heart, my soul, my personality.

The wind caressing the dandelions is bliss!

Now all I have to do is make a wish!

Poem That Was Channeled to Me After Beautiful Meditation on Thoughts … Silent Retreat #3

This is the third poem in my Series on Silence.

Thoughts

by Deborah A. Bowman

Thoughts come in massive crowds.

I see them as clumps of clouds.

Some are dark, angry, forbidding.

Others are light, airy, forgiving.

Ease them away into a clear, blue sky.

Don’t even bother to wonder why.

Thoughts like mist pass through and move.

Calm, Silence, this is your proof

That your higher being is one with the Universe.

All static, chaotic energy is released.

Dwell on the present, your new home.

There’s no more reason for your thoughts to roam.

We Have to Make Time for Silence and Healing

This is the second poem from the Silent Retreat.

Time

by Deborah A. Bowman

Times seems to mean so little in the grand scheme of things.

Fleeting and precious, we are mere dots of energy the light brings.

It only takes a heartbeat, a single breath, a moment

To brew a new formula and give it “time” to ferment.

Seeping into the pores of our bodies and the cells of our brains

Keeping us healthy, centered, balanced and sane.

In silence, we can change our minds in the nick of time!

Healing Silence Captured in Verse

Very recently I went to a silent retreat. I wondered with my capricious chatter, as prolific as my writing, how I would ever withstand being totally quiet. But I had a mission, you see. I have not been well, and normal medical science seemed to be letting me down. Would silent reflection help?

I have to respond with a resounding, yet quiet, “Yes!”

Sometimes the things we dwell on and fear the most will respond to just letting go. Another whispered thought is acceptance. All is healing.

I wrote a few poems while in my silent retreat with loving strangers all around me. In the next few days I will share them. The verse tells the story so much better than I ever could.

My first poem at the beginning of my silent day:

Pain

Please Dear Lord, take away the pain

That governs my life and makes me insane.

Give me peace and energy.

Let me see what I should be.

When did I lose my way

And become what I am today?

How do I let go of years of tears?

How do I let go of all the fears?

I’m the only one who can do this–

Take away the crippling madness.

All I have to do is say, “Yes!”

Taking Time in Silence to See the Angel in the Sky

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