A Return to the Energy

Headwaters

Deep in the forest green
Quiet in thought, mood serene
We'd sit on a bit of sand
Entwine the two little fingers
on our hands.

Hours we spent in this special place
Oft at sunrise, a new day's birth
Feel the Energy sending grace
From the very 'soul' of Earth.

To the very roots of Life
Precious water spreads
Majestic trees rise to form
The canopy o'er our heads.

To this Energy, I bring you again.
With trembling heart, I empty you in.
Again to be Life to those trees.
As you were, and are, to me.

As you rise high to meet the wind
To join with and sing,
You'll forever remain the strength
that gives me wings.

Soar high . . . Soar free.
Ride 'mongst the stars, My Love.
Be now what you were and are meant to Be.
The Purest Energy

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Photo credit... Headwaters The birthplace of the stream that ran through a farm in Murphy, North Carolina where Miracles dwell. Where the materials of a body that, for awhile, contained the Spirit and Energy of a most special life was released to whence it came...to be again, what it always was...

Music... You'll Be In My Heart by Phil Collins. And, so it is.....

I am honored to present the beautiful work of a fellow poet and friend, Joseph Porter of Venice, Florida. Joe is a member of the Poets Rule poet's group and has had his work honoring the pilots of WW2 presented in the Bartow Flight School Museum in Bartow, Florida. In Love Remembering, I think, without even realizing it, Joe has written a gift to anyone ever suffering the loss of a loved one regardless how they made their final flight. Thank you, Joe.

LOVE REMEMBERING

Sometimes the heart does not have the words.

They are there too deep to be spoken.

I tell my heart to speak to me but it cannot.

Its words are a secret to be spoken only when it decides.

Is there a magic key that opens our hearts

for words to flow that we fear to speak?

Does the heart speak out of its own compassion or do we from ours?

They are one and the same.

That is the key that opens the floodgate to our grief.

Do we cry of our passion and love for one lost?

Or does the heart cry to us to remember the life of one loved.

Do we not grieve for ourselves in this time of loss?

Now I hear the heart speaking.

It is saying embrace one another with love.

Grief and sadness are the voice of love remembering.

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