April 2022 – Rivers Renewed

Deep Rivers

When our rivers run deeper, do we allow

our phrases, locked in secret places,

a place to roam, to meander

giving them permission

to flow?

through us, letting them go?

write from your heart.

The Wind I Know

The wind I know never leaves this Earth, moving

teaching the mighty oaks to bend, or caressing

the most gentle of all flowers, once

I saw the mountain wind make a man cry,

with his prayers carried throughout the Earth

his broken heart beginning to mend

the wind announced his need in Singapore

and rain fell washing him,

the wind can do all that,

have you seen the wind move?

In the Wind Swept Valleys

She noticed that in the wind swept valleys, poetry was waiting

some recovery words, a healing stream with phrases

even after the darkness fell, wind would pull her

through as light caught her wing, the good one,

she was never surprised really of how good

it was to come into the light again, or stand

on top of the mountain.

When Spring Speaks to Us

When spring speaks to us in the bursting of oak leaves,

or in the hyacinth boldly expressing who she is,

it has always been to lift us, so that we in turn

can lift up others. The Earth returns

quite frankly to save us, to restore

hope in our hearts.

Writing of peace and renewal, especially in nature, has been such a wonderful blessing to me. I try to share snapshots of time, and feelings as I think of nature and peace. I love writing so thank you so much for reading!

Right now in life I’m happy. That also helps me when I’m writing. Yes, we have struggles, some big and some little, but we not only get by, we can do well internally through the storms. That’s not always easy!

I now post 3 new posts each week, and sometimes a previous post, especially if the blog is slow for that day. I had an English professor once that said 90% of life is just showing up. That’s sort of true, especially in blogging. The more I’m here, the better the blog does.

My post entitled, “I’d Rather Have a Cup of Coffee” was different wasn’t it? That’s more of how I write now. I’m actually a fiction writer dressed up as a poet. And yes I was expecting some readers to not like it. Oh well! I’m too old to worry about that now.

I say/write what I feel strongly about.

I still see no need to retire, do you know why? I have found that I still have something to say. I find that amazing and beautiful!

Thank you again for being here. Have a wonderful spring!

Peace.

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter everyone! This weekend around the world millions of people are celebrating the risen Christ. New life, and the defeat of death are amazing to think about.

And Happy Passover to all my Jewish friends! You know, without the Passover, today’s celebration of Easter would never have happened. God saved His people from death and pulled them from slavery in a dramatic way.

You see Jesus was Jewish. He grew up Jewish and celebrated Jewish holidays, including Passover! Isn’t that amazing? And the Last Supper was actually a Passover Seder. Did you know that?

I also have a lot of friends here from a number of faiths. I’m so happy to say that, and I’m so glad you’re here. You are a wonderful part of my blog! Thank you!

May each of us enjoy this season of renewal and rebirth. The Earth is becoming new again!

Peace and wonderful blessings to each of you.

Wholeness

Life from the earth once frozen reinforces we are loved,

yet I wonder, isn’t there redemption

in each season? a way

for us to discover who

we really are, and

who we were always

meant to be, to find

that place, that space of the heart

that speaks

of wholeness

that we’ve always dreamed about,

and have always needed.

When Hope Springs

When hope springs from our well within,

peace speaks to our inner most being

bringing a stronger flow,

and poetry

not from this world.

Words taking Shape in the Woods

I discovered words rotate better, taking shape in the woods,

as if leaves in sunlight coax, syllabic meaning

and the canopy sways with phrases

these earth songs fill us

so we can see so much better

who we are,

and where our poems

lay hidden.

Writing Wordflow

Within our veins our wordflow strengthening, surging

moving us forward

yet our phrases, our lines wonder,

wandering,

will the writer ever,

set them down on a page?

the heart is only

a temporary home.

Month: April 2022