Poems
Real Life Reflections by Amy & Friends
My heart is your heart
Divine. Presence. Stillness. Silence. Listening. Feeling. Guidance. Love for me shows up. My love for you envelopes you. Love for others surrounds you. It's in you. You are me. Your presence is POWER through me. With me. Because of me. My heart is your...
Wrong direction poem contest
We present to you 4 unique poems by 4 authors… Enjoy!
Wings poem contest
We present to you 4 unique poems by 4 authors… Enjoy!
What’s to be learned from plants?
I walked by the peace lily this morning and it's doing much better! Jay and I had left it in the truck for days during the move in May as we were so busy that we forgot about the plants. After a few days in the Florida heat stuck in the truck, that plant didn't look...
Resting in discomfort
What does getting out of your comfort zone look like? Resting in discomfort. Not needing to change the situation. Learning to sit with it. Building awareness around why you're uncomfortable. Growth is simple. It's listening to your heart. Tapping into your inner...
To be a servant
It starts with love. A gentle hand from above. Peppered with kindness. None lost among us. Seeing the truth. Wise beyond youth. Navigating the storms. Questioning the norm. Leading and following. It's a true knowing. Protecting the pack. "I've got your back." Soft...
Snow
Seeing a path covered in snow. Another path clear on the road. One is easy and one is hard. One requires to let down my guard. Confusion exists from time to time. Which path am I on – Lord tell me why. The snow path is scary – I just might fall. But so much beauty and...
What does stillness mean?
It is fluidity. A beautiful dance. Surrender. Acceptance. Profound. Peppered with a bit of action. Oh wait. That’s balance. The yin and the yang. A blend of both. Special. Delightful. To be savored. Like a treat. This is the teaching.
You
Her soul floats above her body. She looks down at herself. When did she lose so much of who she is? When did she allow others opinions to define her worth? When did she stop focusing on what was best for her? When did she start telling herself she is not enough?...
Wildflowers
I belong in the field of wildflowers. I belong free. I built four walls around the field, brick by brick, so no one can get in. Then I put a cage on the wall and I locked myself in. I can see the field. I watch as the flowers dance in the wind. I think it is time to...
