Rivers Renewed

Poems from the Broken Sky

The wordflow began that day as the sky broke open and the lightning descended. To be honest I was half expecting Lakota to be spoken on the wind, or maybe language from one of the other tribes.

Green leaves shimmered on tree branches waving in the storm, and I knew there would be no angels this time. Only fragments of sentences, an idea floating here or there, I knew I must write.

Wordflow storms are like that sometimes, elusive, yet beautiful, and terrible all at the same time.

And in our brokenness sometimes the beautiful,

is no longer hidden.

Note: This is fiction….sort of.

Oceans Remembered

What I remember most about the ocean is that you can let your spirit glide out over the surface of the water into infinity,

or is it that the infinity is within us? Either way, with the ocean and the rhythm of the waves, both are possible I think. And somehow

the concept of God

is unmistakable.

After the Stillness of the Dark Night

After the stillness of the dark night, the cloudy sky surrenders to the dawn…..

Wait…..something or someone is nudging me….as she says:

“Sweetheart you’re dreaming poetry again…..

something about after the stillness of the dark night

the cloudy sky surrenders….to the dawn…”

As I turn over and we embrace, I mumble,

“Sorry My Love….” and we drift off

to sleep

once again.

Note: This is fiction…..sort of.

In the Warming of the Sun

In the warming of the sun, we are our partially ecstatic and partially free from despair,

so we hold spring close to our hearts, wanting to believe again

and hope begins, or something like hope,

breathes into us.

New beginnings do restore us

don’t they?

The Healing of Spring

The fragments, the shattered pieces of our inner rooms, will seek their own healing

when our minds turn to the sun,

and our eyes take in,

the encouragement of a flower.

Sometimes,

all we need

is one.

And the light dawns,

that we are made too.

Spring.

Happy Easter

Today around the world, millions of people will be celebrating Easter, a day to celebrate the risen Christ, alive forever more! It is a beautiful day. One of hope and triumph over death and evil.

I have such a beautiful group of readers from across the globe, with different religions, and some with no particular religion. I love the diversity here!

Thank you so much for reading and being a great part of my blog.

Happy Easter!

P.S. The vaccine is here, spring is here and it is such a time of hope right now.

Wishing you peace and beautiful blessings.