January 2021 – Rivers Renewed

The Earth Seemed Young

The earth seemed young back then, primal somehow, when I began

searching through those deep woods trails

the earth veiled in a cloak, I already knew though

the certainty of owls wings in the night

that mist will burn away,

and that the Almighty declared….

we were never alone.

We each will find our way.

Note: Pieces here originally posted in 2015

His Hawk Heard the Prayer

From a distance his hawk heard the prayer, strong wings just in time lifting,

carrying his heartsong

into the heavens.

Moving Beyond Our Brokenness

A more tangible humanity will emerge when our hearts move beyond

our brokenness, determined

and admitting

we need each other.

We are rivers…..for each other.

Note: Since readership is way, way off right now I’m taking an extensive break. I will be posting previous work for awhile.

Thank you for reading!

The Earth Awakens

The Earth awakens, embracing the freshly fallen snow,

a sense of quiet

holding our poems

and prayers.

I know it’s strange to hear from me this time of day but some strange things are happening. First I have felt pulled, or actually drawn to particular faith based topics. This has not happened in many years!

Yet, I find myself searching, meaning spiritually. This is very unusual.

I won’t bore you with details, but I will say I can’t stand most churches. Ok that’s out now. Tradition and liturgy are ok though.

I have no inclination to write anything political, and fiction is out of the question, because I’m still recovering from the fall that occurred almost 3 weeks ago!

Add to that I have dealt with chronic pain for the past several years, and lately it has been real bad. So bad in fact, I’ve actually thought about not blogging anymore. Weird!

And when I think of that, I always, I mean always, have a poem stirring within my spirit. What? Is writing a calling?

And the Vietnamese angel Henry Vu is so tied up now in Washington D.C. trying to protect our democracy, he may never be available to visit with us.

Gosh, so many strange things……. and yet there is always the dawn.

Light Speaking

I once saw peace peeking through the willow tree, light speaking

clearly saying to hold on, to carry hope,

to keep courage,

close

to my heart.

As Wind Song Moves Through the Pine Trees

As wind song moves through the pine trees, I can hear hawk wings descending

out of the clouds, and I finally let go of those phrases

I carried as a prayer, shifting and shaping them,

will it be a poem?

as another feather drifts,

to the Earth

from the blue sky.

Rivers Diverted

Peace does flow through us like a river, yet in the Untied States, our rivers can be diverted.

I find it difficult to write my normal poetry right now due to the horrific violence at the Capitol the other day. It was worse than we thought. Did you see the Neo-Nazi/KKK flag on the news being waved that day? I saw it with my own eyes.

And then there were the Confederate flags. And a flag with an assault rifle. Yes there were plenty of average Joe Citizens there believing the lies about our election.

Yes…the current president lied to our people once again. Even a staff member said this. And now we have death and destruction. No it wasn’t Antifa. That is another lie busted by our own FBI.

Conservatives often make the mistake of saying there are bad people on both sides. Yes, but NO. Liberals are not armed to the teeth trying to take over our government. Not even close.

One story says there was a truck found close to the Capitol with guns and bombs. Some of these fringe groups came armed wanting to take hostages and kill people. There’s photographic and internet evidence.

My river will always flow, but right now I cannot write. It’s kind of like grieving.

Star Trek and the Klingons

I, like many of you, watched the news yesterday, horrified and angry. And as a writer it’s easy to rant and rave here about what happened at the Capitol, in Washington. Yet I’m not going to do that. There are plenty of news sources already analyzing the events.

I’d like to offer a different view. It was awful, beyond words, yet I can easily see the US as being similar to Star Trek Voyager. We are a ship (a nation) with an advanced society, that has lost our way, facing unbelievable challenges, like a crippling disease.

Sometimes the struggles are within ourselves. And yet we face each incredible challenge and move forward traveling at the speed of light. We did that this past November fighting for what was right. And Joe Biden won by the largest margin since FDR. Did you know that?

And now this week we did it in Georgia. For the first time in the history of Georgia, they will have an African American pastor as a senator. And the son of Jewish immigrants as the other senator. Ain’t that something?

Yep, that’s our America! And moving forward, working on getting home at the speed of light. And one day, our Captain will be a woman, just like on Voyager!

And the Klingons? Oh those are the angry, war-like people…….And they always loose. Always. Violence always loses.

Peace.

May the Depth of Our Song Be Remembered

May the depth of our song be remembered, as releasing the wings of our spirits

while feathers in the wind recall cloud songs,

the Earth still mourns for her people,

yet the sky whispers

for a new day,

to awaken.

music by Mary Youngblood

Month: January 2021