Particles of Water

Particles of water shimmering, illuminated by the sun. And for a few brief moments, my spirit drifts and I am in between this world and the other, somewhere in the wind.

There is no pain here, and I realize we hold on too much, instead of letting go. So, I close my eyes as in a prayer and breathe again, still having few answers, yet able to have my feet back on earth, planted in the beauty remaining.

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The Survivors II – Bluejay

From the Apocalyptic Journal – 83 years from now

Wolves howling in the middle of the night could be heard through the thick walls of earth, wood and more earth. The smell of lavender smoke permeated the air of the lodge now, attempting to overtake the odors of blood and sweat. He never knew a woman could sweat like that.

It had been a horrible night of pain, and yet baby Jay was here now, Bluejay was her full name. “That’s beautiful…” he whispered, when Brie had told him. He had never seen Brie with a more contented, peaceful look on her face holding her daughter, wrapped up and warm. Brie was a tough woman, but he liked this softer side of her.

He had been right there through it all, and was beginning to clean up. She protested, “I’m so sorry….I’m too weak to…. He told her to rest. “I got this.” And he meant it. She took hold of his arm saying, “You did good tonight, thank you….” He simply nodded.

In the morning he went out to dedicate the afterbirth as instructed. It was Brie’s tradition, a tradition of her people, to thank the earth. He walked outside noticing the dew in the air. Picking a strong looking aspen tree, he mumbled what he thought may have been a prayer he heard once, a long time ago.

He stopped. What was a prayer anyway? Something was in his heart, so he just poured that out instead, silently. At the end he crossed himself, it was all he knew really.

The wind took hold of his hair, and a sense of peace enveloped him. He thought the hills seemed more alive today. Did he dare allow himself to feel joy? He took a deep breath and let go. Brie was right…..everything would be healed eventually, and the animals would return.

Suddenly, a smile of conformation began to spread over his face, when he saw a herd of elk not far away….

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Note: This is a special Thursday post due to your requests! So cool.

The Survivors

From the Apocalyptic Journal – 83 Years from Now

He smelled wood burning but it was the tug on his chest that woke him up. Someone or something was pulling on his left bicep. And for some reason he couldn’t open his eyes.

“Hold still!” A woman’s voice pushed him back down again when he tried to sit up. He forced one eye partially open, “Stitches?” he asked. She must have pulled him away from the wolves, and she was stitching him up. He passed out again from the pain.

When he awoke, he was inside the earth……wait no……he was in an earthen lodge. The wind outside told him they were in the middle of a tenacious storm. She offered him a bowl of something warm. All she said was, “Drink.” He did, and it was smooth warmth going down. He tasted honey, ginger and lemon. Lemon? Where did she find a lemon?

She looked at him with a knife in her hands. waving it at him “I know you’re immune from the last disease, otherwise you wouldn’t be here….my name is Brie, and I think we should help each other…..but if you ever hurt me……you will be a dead man.” She meant it and he knew it. He tried to say he would never do such a thing…but he couldn’t speak it.

Her face was beautiful and round, but she had one scar on her right cheek. A knife fight? She had long black hair, and he realized she was from one of the tribes. She had the smell of buckskin and lavender.

“The drink will help you sleep……I’ll need your help in a few days, delivering.” It was only then he noticed she was very pregnant. He fell into a deep sleep……thinking that she was attractive, but he was worried about the knife……. at least he did know how a child is born……

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Wolves and Eagles Speaking

I’ve never been attracted to Hogwarts and dragon tails. Yet there is a certain adventure to the supernatural, isn’t there? We can be taken so quickly to another world.

For example, Emma the Time Traveler is now flying over the Mediterranean, high in the sky surfing a wind wave, to escape the dangerous auburn-haired Countess. She woke one night to find the Countess breathing on her neck. Is the Countess actually a vampire, or is there some other explanation?

And did Emma actually hear wolves and eagles speaking?

Wait! Isn’t this a poetry blog?

When I think of the different rivers within me, there are several of them holding amazing colors and filling me with beautiful possibilities. Men don’t usually write like that, and that’s ok. Yes, Rivers Renewed is a poetry blog and it is about renewal, seeking peace, and wholeness in our broken world. I think I will always let this site stand as it is right now. I love this site.

Have I outgrown it? Probably. We are more than just one river, each of us has many. So for me I will find additional ways to share the fiction river running strong. Another website?

Peace. And thanks for reading!

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Heart Broken

This is not poetry. This is not fiction.

When people have cancer they often build a small community with friends, who are often going through the same. Even if the cancer is different they share stories, bonding in special ways.

My wife and I are heart broken today after just receiving news our neighbor has passed away. She died late last night. We’ve known them for a long time and my wife and C. were good friends. They often talked, and during the pandemic talked to each other from across the street.

Years ago they even watched our children several times when my wife was rushed to the hospital regarding complications from her cancer. My wife almost died, was in ICU, her kidneys were shutting down. She had several heart attacks etc.C.’s family went through this with us.

C. was only in her 40’s, and was a woman of faith, a wife and mother. I think the youngest child is only 7 years old. How do you explain dying to a young child?

C. had been struggling for the past few weeks. Knowing what could happen doesn’t make it any easier though.

I ask that you send prayers their way. That God would comfort them. Yes, positive thoughts are welcomed too.

I’m really grieving today, and will be off line for a day or so. Eventually I will answer your messages.

Peace.

P.S. People who fight cancer are the bravest people on the face of the earth. They are more than survivors. They are warriors, the finest and bravest God has ever made.

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Time Traveler II

I’ve never been held prisoner in Belgium, yet the nights here are quite strange. I found there is more than one phantom flying over the castle at night. I can never see them when I’m a human though, only when I’m a bat or an owl. In other words, a creature of the night.

And the Countess is a bit of an oddball to be honest. Young and beautiful, but constantly whispering under her breath. I’ve caught her watching me several times. And once…..out of the corner of my eye……

I thought I saw her walking through a wall, her long auburn hair the last bit of her flowing through. Is she even real? To be honest, I don’t know.

Yet form changing, in your time you call it “shape shifting” is a new skill for me, and being an owl is magnificent! These wings! And at night I can see everything for miles.

So for now I avoid the Countess, and I sit in one of these very tall trees that have been here for hundreds of years. My favorite are the elms.

Besides, lately I’ve acquired a taste…….for mice.

Regards,

Emma

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Happy 4th of July!

When I was a kid, my Dad would take me to see the fireworks. We would sit on the hood of his car. One year it was a ’66 Ford Falcon, with a stick shift and dual exhausts.

Just after dark the first explosion occurred scaring the daylights out of us, then 2 more, sounding like cannons. Soon the rockets would spiral up, until finally bursting in multiple colors. You could hear the fire.

It was different then. Racism was very real, yet was more hidden because there were no videos. It hadn’t been invented yet. Thank God for videos. Holding people accountable. And when it came time for Richard Nixon to resign, Republicans agreed, and he was out the door in a hurry. Ah yes, as it should be.

There were no shadows threatening our democracy. Bullies telling lies. Hurting our people. It hadn’t been invented yet. All we had were CBS, ABC, and NBC. Later there was PBS.

Yet it has always been a good and right thing to celebrate our freedom. Celebrating who we are at our core, and who we need to be. That each of us is created equal. Yes, celebrating the dignity of our humanity, that all people should be treated fairly. All people.

Our ideas and our diversity make us strong.

And we can wave our flags. May we always carry freedom in our hearts!

America.

Happy 4th of July.

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