April 2017 – Rivers Renewed

My Faith IX

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Our prophecies and theologies don’t matter nearly as much,

as the love we carry, or don’t carry

in our hearts.

As Our Children Continue to Grow

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Remembering little hands covered with dirt and loving it

I shoveled, but you guided them with tenderness, planting

flowers, tomato plants, and some herbs, your hands

covering theirs

down on our knees,

explaining the sun, brings growth

as you closed your eyes, we were silent

smelling the earth

you prayed, and we both pray now

as our children continue

to grow.

Adrift

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Drifting, seagulls floating on top of the water, as the sunlight sparkles

on each rising and falling, I can feel the emensity of the ocean,

absorbing strength, I begin to focus on the endless

horizon. A prayer, and the unlimited. Perhaps

we are not that far from each other,

You and I, drifting.

You Have the Heart of an Eagle

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No one will ever know what mountains you have climbed

or rivers you have crossed, or fires

you have passed through, until

you write it down.

Be the light

the encouragement

you were meant to be.

You know darn well

you have the heart, of an eagle.

We Will Be Amazed

When we finally do find our way, we will be amazed

at how much we have learned, how far

we have gone, and at the strength we had

to overcome.

A Story No One Else Can Tell

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As the cold rain batters our windows, and the fog creeps in threatening

to steal our spring away, we know victory is not far from reach.

Redeeming the time, picking up our paper and pen,

to finish another chapter, we turn our pages

to a story – no one else can tell.

We Will Find Our Oceans Again

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And after the wars, when our minds are at rest, decompressing

from shields and arrows, we will find our oceans again

and the poetry we thought we had lost forever

will thunder in our ears, as the waves roar

washing us.

We Were the Spring

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My Love, when we first met we collided so beautifully, we were the spring,

pulling new life from our pain, the healing suddenly became alive for us,

and we could see for the first time. Very quickly

our hearts thundered into the steam

of summer. Sealed now

we are forever filled

with the colors,

of each other.

As the Wind Releases the Blossums

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In the coolness of a spring morning, as the wind releases the blossums

as the oak leaves, declare their own strength, we can breathe again

refreshed, with a new confidence, and we know

deep inside, somehow

we know

we were created.

The Spring Speaks Softly

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The spring speaks softly of gentleness and warmth, allowing our hearts

to feel safe again, we begin to receive the flood of beauty, and the awe

of our Mother Earth.

Month: April 2017