Revolutions

It is inevitable

that a sun must set,

must sink

out of view,

bringing darkness,

signaling that a day

is through.

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So it is with the things

that come to pass,

regardless of our will

or grasp;

some things simply

get laid to rest.

 

But just because

a sun, a heart,

sinks doesn’t mean

there will be nothing

able to rise

from the perceived demise,

for life

continues on,

light and hope

will inevitably rise,

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for the circle

of goodbyes-for-now

are inexplicably intertwined

with new hesitant hellos

in divine timelines unknown,

unable to be perceived

from such ignorant perspectives,

for we are all but glorious specks

confused in an organized cosmos.

 

We don’t see the significance

of the setting sun synchronized

with the rising moon,

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for The One who created all of this

did so out of love,

making sure the darkness

never completely covers us.

 

The light is ever-present

even when we are absent.

There is always something rising

as something else sets.

 

Even if we fail at the time

to see it.

 

Trust in a loving, larger

picture.

 

Poem and (unedited) images ©LauraDenise

Ever-Present

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I feel powerful

when I position the sun

and have it rest

newly hatched

in a tree-top nest

in the foreground of the

blue beyond.

We all have that power,

you know,

not just photographers.

The light is always present.

It is us who turns away

and back again,

spinning and revolving

on our individual and shared axes.

In the palm of our hands

is the glow we can hold

of either the sun or the moon

with a simple perspective shift.

Reach for it now

with both hands

and gently cradle it.

Let it soak in

to your soul

and light every dark

corner.

We can all

hold it at once,

even share it.

The light is ever-present.

Restore your mental energy

with it.

 

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

The Sun Shares

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The sun shares its rays

indiscriminately,

reaching the shadows

through trees,

fully embracing

wild grasses

and weeds,

as beacons of hope,

a needed ingredient

for growth,

highlighting the beauty

already existing,

air-brushing landscapes

with yellows

and white,

causing heads to turn

toward the nature

and light,

away from the

clouded thoughts

darkening minds

above the hearts’

subtle beating,

rising as a drumline,

beckoning us

to wake inside

and follow in line

from want,

to be a part

of the calling,

not knowing

exactly where everyone’s headed

but knowing

something great,

long-awaited,

is up ahead,

and slowly

but mindfully,

the soul pulls us

closer to that glorious

revelation.

 

Image and poem ©Laura Denise 

Rising Bloom

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Self-forgiveness

is the pure and delicate bloom

that once again opens

after the storm,

after the battering

of the downpour

and the damage

from the winds,

after near-drowning

from the relentless rain,

the flower,

head bowed in disgrace

and pain,

summons up the strength

to peek its petal open,

wondering if the sun

has gone

forever,

but a ray

makes its way

to flower’s cheek,

dries the drops

and warms

the air,

giving flower the courage

to raise her head,

and sun and flower

make amends,

leading flower to forgive

herself,

and a fresh new day

begins.

 

 

Poem and image ©LauraDenise