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In Search of Silence

Sanctuary

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Shafts of light

Through cathedral windows.
Dappled shade
Upon the leaves
Beneath my feet.
Bird song
In the branches above.

In the distance
Hind and fawn
Cross the forest track.
The sweet fragrance of autumn
Fills the misty air.

A gentle breeze
Moving colours
To the forest floor.

So precious
Such beauty,

So hard to find
Such peaceful sanctuary.

*The above poem is from my self-published collection of work, entitled In Search of Silence more details of which can be seen on my website at www.silentflightpublications.co.uk

About the Author

Chris Roe was born in the rural county of Norfolk, England, in 1948, where he has lived and worked for much of his life. Most of Chris’s working career has been spent within the agricultural industry. His love of nature and the peace and tranquility of rural England is very much reflected in many of his poems. You can see more work by Chris on his website at www.silentflightpublications.co.uk

Hudson

Farewell, But Never Goodbye

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(A Poem by Craig Kyzar in Memory of Hudson)

 

The last jagged fragments
trickle over stuttering lips.
I have nothing left to cry.

So bravely you fought,
through a world filled with pain.
Accepting peace with more grace than ever.

A warm pool of shards.
So many fond memories.
I smile at their brilliant reflection,
and bleed as they cut ever deeper.

Your road has not ended.
Such roads never do.
They simply transform into new.

Now free of the structure
and harshness of life,
finally free to walk your own path.

I will carry you forward
in this new life I find,
and bury my anger beneath gratitude.

I know you were ready.
Well, I never was.
I hope I made you proud,
as you have always made me.

Today, I awaken to a somber grey sky.
A mourning world relays my emotion.
But later on, in a day or two,
The sky will clear again.

The sun will shine through
and deliver your warmth.
This time not from beside,
but high above.

I will see you then,
and I will know
that we truly never part at all.

 

About the Author

Craig Kyzar is a former journalist and international attorney, earning his Master of Laws degree from NYU School of Law. Upon graduation, Craig spent eight exciting years practicing law in large firms around Manhattan before turning his focus toward a much smaller clientele. Today, Craig is heavily involved in nonprofit work dedicated to enhancing children’s literacy skills and connecting economically disadvantaged youth with a life-changing love of reading.

Deep Into That Darkness…

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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
Merely this and nothing more

“The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe (1845)

 

C the Sea

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C the Sea

that’s made of glass

The Crystal Cord

May be your mast

Connects to sails

that set you Free

Your Christed Self

that helps you be

closer to Him

that Gifts the Flame

that dwells within

your heart

 

About the Author

Trent Robertson is a 21 year old poet. Working part-time at a gourmet deli, he spends his free time reading, writing, and studying topics such as astrology and theology. He looks forward to making music with his girlfriend, a singer-songwriter, and an apprenticeship with a certified energy healer.

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A Poem by Doug Parker

When the magic is gone,

raw, unexposed, drain of enthusiasm

like a switch clicking backwards,

emotions too fragile to continue this,

and you believe it’s true.

 

Even when you know it’s an excuse,

triggered by guilt or somebody else’s words, another’s poison,

you buy it because it gives you a way out, a way to take that gaping bite out

of your tiresome love

and you believe it’s true

 

And you don’t share it because

the ones you’d tell are all bad now,

holding secret thoughts, worse than yours

a feeling of awful relief glides through you

and you believe it’s true

 

Perfect immediate fixation on a hoax

becoming real and tight, alluring

as your thoughts mutate into a decision

to leave the light because your magnificent growth

seems weak and weary and worn out,

and you believe it’s true.

 

Now is the time to cast the choice in stone, the right

split-second of etching it into the cold, hard rock, when you know

you can drink the wine and suck the devil’s smoke

because that’s all you’re ever really worth,

and you believe it’s true.

 

All this, you believe is true

because your heart hurts and the fabric of your spirit is frayed

by a slight inequity with no meaning

and you’ve learned to look for meaning

so it goes against your new nature to find none

and this one’s so small you can’t even see its absence

but it’s way more than plenty to ruin you.

 

About the Author

Doug Parker is an award-winning published author living in Southern California.  He is currently a Master of Arts degree candidate in Humanities and creative writing at Mount Saint Mary’s College in Los Angeles.