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Dissolution
My
stumbling feet plunge me forward
As I walk the road unknown.
I cannot see nor know what comes,
Only what was and what is.
And what was has dissolved into what is.
Stirring
the solution with my thoughts,
I open the door to my musings
Of what I want to be.
For if I cannot want something of my life,
Why breathe the breath of living.
My
stumbling feet plunge me forward,
Making sense of what was before.
I am what I am because I was.
And that is all.
©Sharon
Terry
2002
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The
Stone, The Thorn, The Rain
I
stumbled over a stone in the path
And found myself down on my knees
Looking up for help to return to my feet.
I pricked my finger on a thorn
And found myself feeling the pain
While admiring the rose.
I stood in the rain, caught without umbrella,
And found myself, arms outstretched
To feel its cleansing.
I stood at a crossroads with no direction
And found myself looking within
To find a clue.
The stone, the thorn, the rain,
Preparing me for the moment--
At the crossroads.
©Sharon
Terry
2000
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Dear
Lord
I
cannot live this day today
one day at a time.
I take this day you've given to me
one moment at a time.
Help me not to see a zillion moments left
to live
but to do my best to live
this
moment as an answer to
my prayer.
I've given my all to you, oh Lord,
so many zillions of times,
And I'm left to do the same
with this precious moment
in time.
I touch a zillion faces
in this moment in time.
I lift them up to you, oh Lord,
in this moment in time.
©Sharon Terry
1996
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You'll
Understand
Open
wide the gates of heaven to tell the story.
Listen carefully from within to hear the voice.
Whisper softly for my words to speak their
meaning.
Plan the conquest with the touch of the master's
hand.
When you hear me speaking clearly, clearly
listen.
When you hear the quietness fall you'll understand.
©1993 Sharon Terry
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You
Too?
I
am a very self interested person.
Aren't you?
I spend lots of time processing God's way
for me.
You too?
When you speak, I listen for his voice through
you.
When we hug, I feel his love pour through.
I hope I do the same for you.
©Sharon Terry
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Glitter
A
bird flying by
like glitter
in the evening light.
The sun, catching
the beauty
of its wings.
©Sharon Terry
1996
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Guilded
Cage
The
cage was guilded
with linens of white.
Flowing from the floor below
I saw a river of light
penetrating and passing
the night of splendor.
From within the cage
she sang a song of gold
and pretended not to see me
looking in upon her.
And on her breast
lay a rose shining so brightly
that eyes could not
behold her beauty.
She turned and
looked my way,
penetrating my soul
with her song of gold.
"Do you not see the
splendor?" she asked.
It was a question for me,
yet I could not rightly
answer her,
nor see her splendor
face to face.
©Sharon Terry
1996
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I
Float with This "Thingness"
that is within Me
I
float with this "thingness" that is
within me,
with this challenge to
my being.
A string floating in the breeze,
held up by an imaginary
fixed position.
I float with this "thingness"
that is within me,
with this joy in my chest.
An explosion of lightness
sending fireworks through
my body.
I float with this "thingness"
that is within me,
with this anger in my
head.
A tempest now raging,
now shifting and dissolving
around my ears.
I float with this "thingness"
that is within me,
with this mother "thing"
in my heart.
A grasping, a letting go,
undulating to its own
beat.
©2000
Sharon Terry
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