A Word of Encouragement…

 

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The Heavens Have No Boundaries

Sometimes it seems the world has let us down…

We hear the nightly news and cry or frown…

Who has died today? Who has lied? Who has hurt another?

Isn’t there something else we can do, something other

Than tears and fears, fright and fight?

Look to the beauty of the heavens above

That have no boundaries to calm your mind…

There is still peace and love in our lives…

This is what we must strive to release…

Pray for Peace…

 

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True to form, I’m learning social media as I use it. So Tumblr is new for me, but it’s interesting. Please, go take a quick peek at my new site. It’s called “Really Very Miracle”.

We all are unique, beautiful, and outstanding individuals. We need to use our love and intuition to connect, discuss, and aid our societies. Each tormented soul or mind must be touched by love and healed. There is plenty of love to go around if we but search within ourselves to seek the quiet pleas of haunted eyes, crying out for help.

You will be astounded by the glory and miracles we possess that are never released and allowed to grow. Find your inner peace and we can change the world….one silenced, fearful being at a time. It is so worth the effort to watch someone blossom before your very eyes …It is “Really Very Miracle” to touch another soul’s heart when you act as a vessel of The Creator who gave you life. Life is for abundance, joy, and love. Let’s pass it around and share the manifestation of heaven on earth.

Blessings, Deborah A. Bowman

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To Write…

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A Writer’s Inspirational Setting

To Write … to rhyme ..

To share a moment in time

To give of your feelings

And thus revealing

The truths of your soul

That make you whole

To pledge your story as it unfolds

The manifestation of the roles

The thoughts you have pondered

As you have wandered

Through paradise, utopia

Fearing dystopia

Do not dread

What doomsayers have said

To creep  into your bliss

Ending with a kiss

Of farewell

Come, stay awhile

In the warmth of my smile

Link your self and soul with mine

To intertwine

And ease the heart and mind

Of both of us in trust.

By Deborah A. Bowman, Peering out the window at rays of sun and silence…

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The Owl … Caught In Flight

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Owl in Flight on a Moonlit NIght

Creature of the night

Caught in flight

Hunting among  redwood trees

No one knows what those eyes see

In the faint moonlight in the breeze

Long, sharp talons extended

Reaching for small prey, life-ending

The balance of the hunted and Hunter

All must live and die in shrieks of thunder

Large flapping wings overhead

Filling small hearts with fear and dread

Nestled under the earth or scattered leaves

The tiny family grieves

As the owl takes to the skies

In the dark of night, eyes that hypnotize

In the glow of the moon, caught in flight

The owl with his nocturnal sight

(Painting and poem by Deborah A. Bowman)

© 2017

 

 

How Does Time Get Away From Us

Time for Silence
The seconds of our life are ticking by. We need to make time for Silence and cherish every second, every breath.

How does time get away from us?

We try to do so much … too much!

In our crazy active lives, tasks go quick

But there are more things to make us tick.

We don’t want  to  be left behind

When new technology fills the mind.

The rapid influx of innovation

Calls to us in demanding recreation.

We want to try everything…

See everything…

Do everything…

BE EVERYTHING!

So time gets gobbled up

Like a feast that we sup

And we look back and lament

That time is no longer urgent.

We forget what we must do first

Overcome by hunger and thirst

For news and info and games and fame.

Slow down a little, enjoy silence.

Let peace and calm be your dance.