Dena L Moore Writing

I sit on the earthy edge, my feet swinging Like the youthful girl I’ve always been - I sit in quiet prayer, my soul the violin, The inner w..

Twisting and turning, The water pushes into the cavern, Digging it’s damp fingers into the rock. The bones are disturbed, Pulled from thei..

O, beautiful Spirit, Your light touch reaches me soundly, Straight into the mystery of my essence. Our beating hearts join us in the flesh, Our ..

If I could be in the English countryside I’d sit in the knot garden and listen to the whispers, To the sweet girlish laughter and rustle of ..

It is in the creeping, quiet moments I love you most. When my heart is silent, when the gentle tug Of your essence envelops me And all the w..

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