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

 


 

Social Media is Global

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The world seems like such a big place, but social media has brought us together to touch each other’s lives

And what have we found out?

We’ve found out that we’re so much alike … We guide; we strive;

We laugh; we cry; we dream; we scream; we follow our own route…

But now we know we’re not alone

We never were…

It doesn’t matter our age, youth or grown

We all want our voices to be heard

That’s all…

We know someone listens if ever we should fall

Or celebrates with us when we stand tall

Deborah A. Bowman, March 26, 2018

 

 

 

 

Dear Diary; Dear Journal by Deborah A. Bowman

“Where You Write” is just as important as what you write and to whom, but must we always share?

Perhaps, perhaps; yet there are some words only meant for the crisp, clean page that holds the coveted position in a comfortable room, only for you–Dear Diary; Dear Journal, “Hi, there!”

My eyes drift shut for just a moment; dawn has not yet arrived…

I inhale all my other senses in a deep breath–a taste of energy in total silence, a hint of chill, the heady smell of fresh shellac, easily survived…

The scent of raw, lightly treated wood beams, an arched ceiling, floors with a dab of  shiny gloss, immaculate…

It calms my mind and thrills my spirit because I know I can write anything here or even write nothing at all, but the dilemma … to share or retract?

Is everything set up in order on the familiar desk? Yes…

Do I lift the proverbial quill or pen, tap softly on muted keys or simply rest?

But where will the story go if I don’t rush, rush, rush to complete the piece?

Will another writer jot down these stories and give it release?

To spread the full wings of creativity

Where stories are possible; the paranormal in true believability…

To dwell for a brief moment in a time continuum…

Deep poignant thoughts are challenged or read in awe or disgust, hardly humdrum…

If I can see, feel, visualize, live so very much in my own mind

Is it my duty to share my words with all humankind?

A conundrum, ta’ be sure, giving and receiving inspiration

Through rigorous thought, tears, laughter, perspiration…

But do I dare? My Journal, a constant companion; My Diary, dear old friend…

Will people understand my thoughts and or even care in the end?

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A Little Nook and Cranny is All I Need to Go Anywhere and Do Anything!

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