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Alive
I
speak your name,
but no one listens.
I spell the words softly
in my mind,
but there is no one to
interpret what I hear.
I listen to countless
messages,
playing and
replaying.
My heart aches,
and I don't know
why.
I listen softly.
I scream loudly.
I awaken to the scream of
my own voice,
but no one hears my cry.
Out of the dust I come,
rising up,
strong and alive.
Turning,
I look to see the
force
supporting my tired frame.
I see my face reflected in yours,
and then, I know.
©1993 Sharon Terry
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Reflection
Blue
reflected from the
sky in
Wet pavement,
in icy fields,
shining into the
eye of the soul,
Reflecting God's glory
as in a heart of
glass
with many facets
of light,
swollen with pungent
memories,
made whole by the
work within.
Earth and sky
connected as one,
no barriers in space
save one-
the limitation of
the soul
who seeks God's glory
Think not that it is done
for our glory.
It is a collective consciousness
returned to its maker.
©1996 Sharon Terry
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