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

Dandelions, Simplicity in Beauty
Dandelions, Simplicity in Beauty

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!

Make a wish and God hears every word!
Make a wish and God hears every word!

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

Many Clouds as Many  Thoughts
Many Clouds as Many
Thoughts

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.

Beautiful, calming, clear blue sky
Beautiful, calming, clear blue sky

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

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

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!

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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.

Contemplative Silence in Nature
Contemplative Silence in Nature

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
Taking Time in Silence to See the Angel in the Sky