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4/1/2019

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There’s a blue that falls down all around me . . . A holiness sent from the sky . . . A blue that surrounds and becomes me . . . That slices through pain like a knife . . .


It’s the blue where the wind waves the water . . . The blue in the flash of their eyes . . . The blue in the true of a heart-blood to rise above secrets and lies.

There’s a blue in the dawn of a morning that burns off the black of a night . . . the new of a day that compels me to hold up my truth to the light.

There’s a blue that creeps in with the twilight when a longing seeps into my soul . . . And the moon and the stars break through darkness in a sigh of a heavenly glow . . .

In the blue of an evening alone-ness when the shadows have beat down the light . . . Blue whispers the sound of a heart-break should go down on the page in a fight . . .

There’s a rumor that tells of our savior who carried a piece of the sky . . . in a face that should never have held it . . . in the fire-soft glow of His eyes . . .

In His Holy Blue vortex of love-light that goes weaving out edge over edge . . . A Holy Blue-white light of promise keeps me wondering . .

Wandering . . . over the ledge . . .

Into the Holy Blue.

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    I'm Aerin Leigh.  I'm a once upon a time teacher and a forever reading cheerleader.  I'm a writer, a reading specialist, and a a believer in the power of words.  I've seen a little of the world, but my first love is Michigan.  I live here with my husband and two spoiled Boxer dogs, Merlot and Riesling.  We're happy empty nesters and we spend a lot of time in our hot tub. . . to stay warm.  Winter is my solace, but Summer has been my teacher and my friend.  I'm an occasional runner, and a constant connoisseur of wine and friendship and gel nails.  Anything that lights up is magic to me . . .  like fireflies, the glow of a storybook moon, Christmas lights under the stars, and my Colorado grandbabies' faces when they see me on Skype.  I embrace quirky things like Feng Shui and Acupuncture and prayer . . . because they just might work.  I'm a survivor of much and of many, but I leave my heart wide open.  My children are my role models, my current passion is possibility, and my God is good. 


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