Purple Paths Poetry

  • Remembering Tomorrow

    Half way through Lent I begin to remember.In these days when the sky cannot decideWhether to stay in the midst of winterOr lean into the light of spring.In these days just beyond the equinox,When through clouds heavy with unshed tears,Sunbeams makes themselves known,It is here, half way through Lent,That I begin to remember.It is here…

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  • Ever Inward

    Turning ever inwardFollowing season’s lead.As darkness spreadsHerself full upon the earth.So too, do we embrace theOpportunity for stillness.Turning ever inwardReflection, introspection.Solstice silently slidingNight into day.Illuminated by the starsBlanketed from winter’s chill.Turning ever inward,The timing is short,The veil grows thin.Fire burns, flames dance,As we marinade in memories,Anticipating the returning of the light.

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  • Holy Saturday

    Invites us, As no other day can, To simply be. What’s done is done, And what is to come We cannot know. Devastating yet beckoning A new manifestation Of inquiry. Reflection and introspection Had we known death was So close, Or that new life was So near, Might we have emulated The love mandated And…

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