I see the sky,
the blue, the cloud; and
at night, the stars,
the moon, the planets.
You see the sky,
the same sky…yes?
Could it be, that
although the miles,
we are still connected?
We are the same.
you are here and I am there,
or I am here and you are there.
The same sky…wherever we are.
October 14, 2020
You can find more of Carrie's poems and reflective wisdom here at Leadourlives.net
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we are held one moment, one
breath, one heartbeat at a time.
even when I feel I am falling,
I am held, safely.
sometimes the fire within,
which most often warms and
lights my next step, rages.
out of control – yes – that is the rage
unseen, well hidden and buried;
wounds of the past.
wanting to be felt, seen, honored –
so the soft warm light returns.
By Carrie Cannady
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