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The autumn calls me out to roam,
I love to wander all alone
Through the beauty all around
Crunching leaves, dry on the ground.
I feel I'm in a holy place,
The golden sunshine warms my face.
I lie on the ground and through the trees
The sun illuminates the leaves.
The brilliant orange, the burning gold,
The warm, bright colors fill my soul
With a joy, most profound
I feel God's presence all around.
Lynne Newman
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She was a shadow of a person
Swallowed up by others needs,
Always rushing, doing,
For others, was her creed.
One day she looked around her,
Eyes open, in surprise.
She started caring for herself,
Her shaky marriage died.
Alone and scared and shaken,
She allowed herself to cry;
And though she knew she'd carry on,
She felt like she would die!
Slowly, slowly, surely,
Her independence grows.
As she finds a sense of purpose,
Her life takes on a glow.
The woman shadow changes,
And a whole, strong woman lives,
A person with a balance,
Receiving as she gives.
She's alive and feeling,
No longer dead inside;
In her growing sense of worth,
She lets herself feel pride.
Lynne Newman
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It's a beautiful day today,
With the early morning sunshine
Creating a diamond-like sparkle
One the pond near where I walk.
Gracefully the wild geese
Glide through the frigid water,
And I watch them and smile
As they perform a goose ballet.
I feel in tune with the world;
Its beauty surrounds me,
And fills me with joy,
As I walk more briskly now.
What a mighty oak tree,
Over there, by the pond;
Tall, majestic, with its branches swaying
In the crisp October breeze.
There's a poignant message in this giant oak,
Divided clearly down the middle,
With one side covered in foliage
of fading green,
And the other already colored
brilliant red.
I joyfully relate to this natural transition,
For I too have one foot still
in the slowly fading past
And the other planted firmly
In the brilliant possibilities of today!
Lynne Newman
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Gleefully you slip away
Leaving your shell
Lying complacently
Beneath the azure sky.
Astonished, I witness
The dancing spirit parts of me
Celebrate in harmony
With windblown hills and roaring sea.
Spirit dancing in the sand
Face lifted toward the sky,
In gratitude,
For all her life's become!
Lynne Newman
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