February 2020 – Rivers Renewed

Sacred are the Winds

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As the winter fades, sacred are the winds

that carry new life to our ruins,

a pervasive warmth

a softer, gentler rain

washing away

our devastation.

We are hopeful now,

spring

is finding us.

Wings Filtering Through the Trees

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Having dispelled the rain from the forest I noticed a slight wind from east and a set wings,

filtering through the trees. I never did see her, but recognized her light, with a tinge of blue.

All she said really was, “Encourage one another, that is how you win…..”

Suddenly there were only wings in my vision, and her blinding light. An angel…..

or was she an eagle after all?

Birdsong Awakens

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Birdsong awakens the forest renewed, leaves surge

and I sense a new blood now

in my veins,

I pause

with my pen flashing,

the wordflow shifting

from the colder air.

I hold the moment

breathing phrases,

hopefully forming….

a poem

from my spirit.

Note: I know it is a little early for spring, but I’m in that mindset now.

When the Green Things Grow

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When the green things grow, our vision is expanded,

recalling our victories instead

of scars, as forests

are born again,

and each flower

fills us

with a sense of hope

and strength.

Warm Air Embraces Us

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In the great melting, water drips from the maple tree,

and pine trees release the snow

from their branches.

Warm air embraces us,

with our desires to see further,

beyond our senses

to write a few lines

of poetry.

On the Third Day

20191019_103711 I was in prayer on the third day having been summoned by the mountain,

I began to climb the steep path but it was nothing but rocks and pitfalls, so battered and bruised

I hurried, realizing we needed to defeat the crows, keep them from filling the pine trees,

so bluejays could build their nests……and spring would come to us this year……finally and at last.

Note: The term third day here, means the third day of the week, which is Tuesday. This is fiction.

Born of Our Heartsong

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In our essence deep within, our spirit moves, shifts

our vision of who we are,

as we search for the healing

and acceptance

we have always longed for.

Wordflow begins,

something of a poem,

something of a prayer

or are they the same?

And we see poems begin,

born of our heartsong.

Spring Speaks

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Spring speaks in the quiet rain,

sometimes muted

in a mix of snow,

yet she still sings

promising us a brighter sun

and flowers

to encourage our tomorrows.

Why else would God make flowers?

As the Willow Bends

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As the willow bends, so too our spirits in the direction of light,

silence is a teacher, planting

stronger seeds.

Yet, we were not born on top of the mountain,

people, it really is people

that infuse

and shape us,

encouraging our identity.

The Strength and Power of Love

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My wife never ceases to amaze me, she is the most courageous person I have ever met.

I’ve learned so much from her over the years. In fact the love we share, actually awakened me spiritually

when we first met years ago. To say that she is strong (internally), would be a huge understatement.

Having survived cancer twice now, she is still amazing, inside and out. Many chronically sick people can turn bitter, but not my sweetheart.

If I shared some of things that she went through the first time, including nearly bleeding out,

nearly dying, you would be shocked. I was terrified for years that she would die.

Anyway, I changed over the years, mostly due to adversity. My faith shifted dramatically.

And you know what? That’s ok. I learned to be more compassionate, more accepting of people,

and how to keep loving…..no matter what. So when you see strong women in my poems, like “Starlight” and in my fiction, I’m writing about her. I admire strong women now…..

just one of the many ways she’s had an incredible impact…..on my life.

Month: February 2020