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GREETING THE DAWN OF OUR BECOMING by Naomi Stone


 My journey in this life has been to share the glimpses of God…

…I have been blessed to receive in such an amazing variety of ways that I live in the world, discovering the unfolding wonder of Creation the miraculous complexity of human life, and the deeper rhythms of the universe.

Beauty opens me and swings open the portals for God to enter through heart, soul, spirit, and the mind surrenders to this greater wisdom.

I am touched through the deep inner and outer senses, and in unseen and indescribable ways I feel the profound Presence that keeps me new and receptive, recaptures my innocence, and makes my life a renaissance of Spirit.

Greeting The Dawn of Our Becoming


Morning approaches softly
quietly
and someone is walking
in the dark
some are sleeping......some are hiding
some are praying....
each is walking the path of their own life
seeking the awareness to discover
what will guide their next step
some are letting it happen as they
move into the moment
without knowing where it will lead
some have an assurance and an inner certainty
some feel only doubt

Someone is walking on the water
someone is in the garden
some are on their knees
one is crying....another laughing........
one is creating.....one is preaching...one teaching...
one is fighting a battle...one is dying.....
one is just beginning to live.......
one seeks suffering
and another chooses service
one is being served....one is running away
and one has found home

What connects us
what makes us brothers and sisters
what makes us friends
what brings us Joy
what gives us Peace

Perhaps our strength is found
in our differences
and in the wonder of variation
in each of us
rather than in our
likenesses
as we suppose

I do feel the awesome spirit energy of love
as a constant in my life
a never ending flow opening my mind and heart
and lifts my spirit
which arouses compassion and kindness
and a desire
      for the well being of all



Naomi Stone: "I am a contemplative, a mystic, a pilgrim, a seeker, a woman deeply in love with the God hidden in all of us, in all of His Creation, who comes shining out when we least expect it and takes my breath away and breathes me with His sublime Presence in everything." You may visit Naomi on her website here where she has shared over 700 of her poems over the last four years. You may contact her via Facebook here. 




~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 

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  1. I am very grateful you decided to share your poetry here, dear Naomi. This debut offering of yours expresses a subject I have always been very drawn to: that of our own beautiful individuality and it's value in honoring what connects us. As you write: "Perhaps our strength is found in our differences and in the wonder of variation in each of us rather than in our likenesses as we suppose." Yes! This resonates with my own sentiments as well. I hope to celebrate those differences here, in this blog, with the various female voices I feature, now yours among them. Thank you for joining us, and welcome!

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