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A song I wrote and produced


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Listening


I sit in my early morning quiet spot
Where I go to hear God
And hopes he will listen as I pray

The night still lingers
The air heavy and damp
The quiet crickets not far away

The old oak tree my morning friend
Salutes upward to morning stars
sweet breeze sways the leaves

The soft rustle of the branches
Speaks gently to remind me the
Spirit calls me to believe.

Christine McNeill-Matteson

 

 

Copyrighted 2019  CMM

 

 

Haiku


Twilight crest after

midnight storm gives way to verdant

grass, and hope appears …

© CMM 2019

Haiku


a full moon light shines

just in sight, reflecting on

sleeping Queen Anne’s Lace

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The Language of Mind | Edge.org


The Language of Mind | Edge.org
— Read on www.edge.org/conversation/david_chalmers-the-language-of-mind

Haiku


Morning sun rises

My soul’s shade is lightened now

No rain weigh it down .

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A Loaf of Bread


It was a loaf of bread,
a gift of love

she struggled to say
It is all I have

times were hard
her family at risk

she came to dinner
from a dark abyss

picked as a flower
from spring she left

stormed in the winds
and soon was adrift

It was a loaf of bread
it was all she had

she asked please
take it, and quietly cried

 

Copyright:  2018  CMM

Unaware


we will both grow old,
our youth wasted in time

rusted planks of life
jutting out

feeling the days gone past
looking for a sign

we will understand how
little time we tout

until now, we look and see
our hands and body weathered

I will smile and feel the
glow of our youth

even though the shifts
are tethered

 

Copyright:   2019  CMM

Awake


A day of celebration:

“Now I a two-fold vision see…
May God us keep
From single vision, and Newton’s sleep.”— William Blake

Haiku


Green and blue hues stay

In morning contemplation

Feeling thankfulness

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