Rivers Renewed

In the Softness of the Light

To be honest, it was the softness of the light that surprised me, as God spoke through the trees.

And as if I had always known that voice my heart paused, I hesitated,

yet at least I was listening now,

in the silence.

Branches of a Willow Tree

The wholeness so elusive can often be found in the branches of a willow tree,

as we look up discovering the sky, or in the embrace of our spirit

as we allow the forest to enfold into us, we know then

what we have always known,

yet now we see it

more clearly.

True Leadership

True leadership builds on alliances and cooperation, never rejoicing

in the iniquity of brutality,

or the arrogance

of isolation.

And true leadership cares about the oceans,

simply because, it makes good sense.

Wind Poems

And on that day I awakened to the wind declaring my spirit was not quite done yet,

and even in the light before the dawn, each heart is filled with poetry,

a love unimaginable.

And the pine trees swayed

with amen.

As if Sunlight Sparkles

Memories of our most sacred moments will often find their way,

drifting,

into our hearts

within our void seeking,

as if sunlight sparkles

on the surface of the lake

filtering,

through the deep.

I wonder

if we are more than water

searching, moving towards the shore,

a magnificent spirit,

washing the Earth.

It is the light,

that moves us beyond

the pain,

into the new hope shifting

taking shape

within us.

The Gift of Peace

The gift of peace was always meant to bring wholeness to our being.

Walk in peace today

and be strong.

Somehow I Remember

Somehow I remember that light, flickering through the trees

with moments of phrases awakening,

and in breathing again, I let the wordflow go

through me,

inspired by the Earth,

and Sky.

When I Think of Peace

When I think of peace I think of a heart surrendered,

to the flow of the earth resting,

of clouds gently held moving

through the blue sky

a heart at least open,

to the One,

who made all things.

Amazed by Our Journey

No I’m no mystic, just a writer seeking more than mist, the tossing and shaping of words, by channels of the sea

I walk, and I am alone again….. seeking and perhaps that’s the danger of wordsmithing,

forever a quest, will we allow the heart to be open enough, risking?

Or do we cloud walk only long enough to use the heart?

I think of it more now, maybe as enjoying our gift

flowing, then becoming amazed

by our journey,

In the Coolness of the Forest

The coolness of the forest became my space today,

offering renewal

while washing my spirit,

with living waters

unseen.

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