On the ridgetop you and I could see why prophets weep over the valley,
and the strength of rivers reaching
into and beyond the dry bones.
Even today the tribes still seek
the safety of stone
a sacred space
to keep all their prayers.
You cried a little
when you finally saw it.
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Well I received a notice the other day from wordpress saying I’ve been blogging for 5 years!!
Thank you again for all of your wonderful support here. I wish I could follow each one of you.
I don’t write out of some psychological need, and I certainly don’t write here to make money! Although it would be nice to have some books to sell.
I write simply because the words live within me. They simply flow.
Here’s a poem for today:
Words living within not to be hidden
or tucked away
but meant to be spoken
or written
from the heart.
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When I walk I never walk to a place, but simply
to take in the peace of the sky,
the shape of the clouds
while dreaming of poems,
a prayer will escape sometimes
from my spirit
while I breathe in
all that was made.
Have you seen the clouds today?
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Each journey most sacred, takes us beyond our trauma
beyond who we mostly were,
moving us to not let go,
maybe not making us stronger
but taking us further, shaping us
into the person
we were meant to be.
To a place of trusting
once again.
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You didn’t really hear me when I spoke but I was aiming more for the sky instead of your ear,
hoping the words would ascend floating
around in the heavens replaying
in the form of a song,
encouraging us
again and again. You looked up
and feathers began falling reminding us of snow,
it was some sort of sign I’m sure
we stood there
knowing we were the prayer
our heart song riding……
on the wind now.
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Over the expanse of time, within the expanse of our spirits
light grows
seeking only to infuse our words,
and encourage
our hearts.
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A softer walk in a quiet rain, fills my spirit
with a sense of stillness,
a deeper peace,
and now words begin
taking shape,
lifting themselves
as poems and prayers.
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I turn towards the light, spinning some words, singing a phrase
expecting the revelation, instead water falls on me
but I am cleansed mostly
fig leaves never hiding me
or the words I’ve been carrying for so long,
waiting to write. So I begin again….
We all have a story.
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We are defined by our courage not the scars within us,
and yet our trauma can change our direction.
Remember to hold onto the light,
allowing your river
to go even deeper, pushing
your spirit into
a stronger flow.
Amen.
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I share photos of flowers,
knowing the power
of their strength
and light.
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Rivers Renewed 