Morning Meds 2 26 22
We may be our forebearers
reclad in flesh
and songs that seem new
are just echoes of what we sang before.
Carried back to us on ancient winds,
our songs returning home.
Songs we learned from nature’s spirit,
teaching us to trust our hearts.
Songs we sang with our own voice,
from a free and vibrant time.
Songs taught to us,
one on one,
we didn’t need a translator’s voice.
Returning now to set us free,
and to remind us of where we are from.
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Author: Kevin Burleson
My wife Cheryl and I live in St. Joseph, Missouri. She is retired and watches three of our 12 grandchildren and 1 greatgrandchild. I work as a maintenance man at Highland Community College in Highland, Kansas.
I have a BA in Art with an emphasis in ceramics.
I am a second degree Reiki practitioner and BQH (Beyond Quantum Healing) practitioner.
I started writing spiritual related posts in 2018 and started sharing them on a few different Facebook sites.
This site is to consolidate and re-share them.
It is also to share short stories based on images seen while in meditation.
My hopes are that it will inspire others to use the powerful tool of visualisation to enhance their spiritual journey.
Thank you.
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