Alone to Face Another Day…

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Alone…

Lonely days and empty nights…

Cautious dawns to set to rights…

Silence…

Hesitant reticence…

Hope for resilience…

 

One is here and one is gone…

Even though no one was wrong…

Put one foot before the other…

Take a breath, then another…

Silence…

Seeking God’s guidance…

 

Like a single boat close to shore…

No need to ask for more…

Another dawn, another day…

Searching for a different way…

To go on…

Alone…

by Deborah A. Bowman Stevens

 

 

 

 

To A Sunday Morn … First Poem I Ever Wrote … I was 9 years old. Published 54 years ago in a 4-H Magazine

Today is made for growing

With Spring knocking at my door

The sky is dark and clouded

The rain serenely pours

The flowers gently peek

From their Winter’s hiding place

The robin he doth seek

A pine of firry lace

The rain is bringing growth

To every flower, bush, and tree

The creeks and rivers floweth

With eternal life to be

The clouds gently part

A ray of sun kisses the earth

It enlivens my heart

With Spring’s wondrous rebirth

From a church on yonder hill

The bells of Sabbath ring

The world is quiet ’til

The birds begin to sing…

By Deborah A. Bowman, copyrighted in 1962, but please do SHARE … just mention my name and blog, http://www.bowmanauthor.com

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Utopia in Sunlight

 


 

The Dark Side of Energy

I would like to recommend the following blog if you are spiritually minded with a desire to help our ailing planet heal from the negativity that is overwhelming all of us in all countries across the globe. This blogger has much to say in her poetry, quotes, articles, and artwork: https://mummanopoly.com

My poem that follows was inspired by Mummanopoly’s posting: Protect Thyself…

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Energy flows through the Universe in the blink of an eye
And “sensitives” do not even have to try.
There are those who do not know
The goodness they project or mayhem they cause below
On earth that comes in showers of negativity.
Yet, hordes of followers flock to black activity
Never realizing what darkness they bring into their being.
For the untuned, unenlightened, unconscious are not seeing
What fills their bodies, minds, hearts, and souls.
This dictates what actions the uninitiated release, unknowingly
Spreading chaos and fear, never acknowledging
Their responsibility to the planet, life, the spiritual Universe.
Greed breeds greed, and spreads the seeds
Upon which charlatans, demons, the weak shall feed.
Take care…
Beware…

Deborah A. Bowman

A Little Taste of Winter…

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The chill is in the air.
I hear the rush of wind outside my window,
Swirling, twirling, daring, without a care.
Shards of ice bounce about in limbo
Until they nick against glass panes.
The coldness seeps into your bones,
By merely listening to frozen rain
And the harsh wind that moans.
 Deborah A. Bowman

When Losing Hours or Days is So Worth It!

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A Writer’s Inspirational Setting

Sunday’s gone, it’s 2:00 a.m.
I realize I’ve missed the weekend.
Caught in a whirlwind of words and lines,
Flowing with ease that connect and bind
My heart to the story…
The story to my heart…
The most precious way for a writer to lose time.

Deborah A. Bowman

FICTION IS REALITY!

What we dream is an alternate reality we bring into being…

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FICTION, REFLECTED IN A DREAM

Fiction is the only reality.

 

Which may not have found a soul yet to implant wonders for the future or wisdom of the past.

 

The stories must be told to a questing mind, not of this time and place, but of eternity.

 

The Universal spirit of belief, faith, inner knowing, precognition; destined to forever last

 

In the visions and dreams of consciousness … for infinity.

 

One day you will see self in another face, reflected in a looking glass

 

And grasp that FICTION is but another dimension, an extension

 

Of all the incarnations that simply must be.

 

You will scrutinize, then recognize, and only then will you finally, truly BELIEVE!

 

(by Deborah A. Bowman, Copyrighted 2018, permission to share with author’s credit)
http://www.bowmanauthor.com