With Hands Raised – v2

With their hands raised

like sacred dancers,

moving to silent music

the dance of the breath of God

invisible breezes

petals of the coneflowers

each like the arms of the dancers

swaying in unison

in time to the rhythm

a dance of creation

in the bright morning sun

waiting to open

Edited March 25, 2013

“With Hands Raised – v2”

(after receiving request to include it in a book

by Richard Merrick Jones

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/richard-merrick-jones

July 4, 2009

“With Hands Raised”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2009/07/with-hands-raised.html

this morning,

after weeks of rain

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Coneflowers in the Snow

Sentries, standing tall, erect
waiting for spring
the coneflowers in the snow
frozen in place
green long gone,
the brown turning to gray
the seeds still there
save for those the birds picked
standing with the flocks,
the other garden plants,
tall above the snow


February 2, 2010

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