I want to apologize to all the wonderful people whom I have not seen their blogs in the past few days, few weeks. As soon as my sight returns, I will have a field day of catching up!
With empathy, Deborah A. Bowman
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Thanks to photographer George Becker for the amazing cloud cover above…
Lonely days and empty nights…
Cautious dawns to set to rights…
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…
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…
by Deborah A. Bowman Stevens
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
Do not dread
What doomsayers have said
To creep into your bliss
Ending with a kiss
Come, stay awhile
In the warmth of my smile
Link your self and soul with mine
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…
Dandelions, Simplicity in Beauty
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!
Many Clouds as Many Thoughts
This is the third poem in my Series on Silence.
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
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.
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.
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!
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
My first poem at the beginning of my silent day:
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