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When you are at the bottom, do not be afraid... These stairs were put here, because someone else ... needed to get up this way too. You are not alone. (c)jan leree 2012 
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Your light held on, though the storm tore holes in your shoes, rivers in your ground ... though the skies were grey, over the whole town ... ... in a world upside down. (c)jan leree 2012 
No matter the path that has befallen No matter your nights of forlorn travail … You have come through with colors of glory, Down to the smallest, elaborate comforts of detail. ©jan leree 2012 
Through pavement … Or muck and mud … Walk with me … Through stair stepping or Rock bottom crud … ... Walk with me … Through mountain high or Valley, curving away down below … Walk with me … Through going it alone … Or on a crowded street … Be present, with me … Straight talk … Steady my feet … Surround my shoulders … In strength … Walk with me. © jan leree 2012 
It is of complete comfort, to my complacent space..., that God offers me security and freedom ... both to savor, ... in His exquisite, eternal, lavishing embrace. © jan leree 2012 
A fierce Spring storm is brooding. The winds whip my skin, Like edge of winter… It’s time to gather in … It’s time to hold, lift up … ... To circle my soul, into Center. © jan leree 2012 
The rose. She bowed her head in prayer … She was carried through the silence of night, In her tears… She was held through her cries, ... With a whisper… She was grounded to earth, by a thin weighted line of glory. Her head was lifted, on the breeze in the morning dew… To tell her story… © jan leree 2012  Hope is found, in the walk with a friend. Tell me where you're going ... and I'll be able to open the story, as to where, ... across that bridge, I've been... (c) jan leree 2012 
These trees had fabulous swank, scolio and sway ... bold with glory, ripe with years of people who have leaned on them ... and shed their story… © jan leree 2012 
The tulips’ season comes, They bind, They unify … They glorify … They meld into grandmothers, ... Then droop, parting ways and cry, Their camel’s backs, they break and die … And my wheels of time, Go rolling on by. © jan leree 2012 
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Photographer: Benjamin Ashlock [email protected]
AuthorMy name is Jan Leree. I am a nurse, legal nurse consultant, poet and above all, mother of four wonderful adult children. I am writing here from my own life experiences, in loss, in grief, in humor and in joy. I hope that you will find encouragement to face your life's circumstances by visiting my pages here. My heart and prayers are in a place to offer encouragement to you. The rights to the poetry and photographs are copyrighted to me. If you wish to purchase cards, post cards, calendars, or framed art of my work, you may do so. Email me at: [email protected] Archives
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