beginnings – Rivers Renewed

The River Drifting into His Spirit

There was some poetry within his deliverance,

as witnessed by the hawk,

but it was mostly the river

bending

drifting

into his spirit,

beyond the oak trees

and dogwoods,

when wholeness snuck up on him.

I Am a Seed

I prefer to write from where I was planted,

instead of from when I was buried

moving beyond the darkness, reaching

for the sun,

I am a seed, my poem is the plant

still growing, always tender

her beauty more powerful

from the rain.

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More than Enough

Shifting winds blew through her long hair,

as she walked through the park

trying to make sense of it all, she couldn’t

and it didn’t, none of it made sense

all that she had been through,

yet spring was here,

and cherry blossoms roared within her heart

she knew hope,

was not far away, and she decided

that was enough for her,

it was more than enough

as the wind tossed

cherry blossoms into her hair.

P.S. As a writer I find I can write easily with either a male or female voice.

I Step Outside Frozen

In my given time before the dawn, I step outside frozen

but not forsaken, I allow the light to see me,

and all that I have seen, my heart

awakens finally, pressing

into this new day.

Visions Replacing Shadows

In the healing of the mountains a lone eagle gave me courage,

suddenly being able to see now, with visions

replacing shadows

canyons were no longer dark places

and the sky,

we love the freedom of the sky

don’t we?

was so much closer,

I felt I could almost

touch the center

of where

I wanted to be.

P.S. Due to having some health issues I need share some previous work for a few days.

Well if you’ve been following my work for a while you probably have seen some subtle changes. I seem more focused on what I’m seeing or feeling inside. Whatever I’m doing on a personal level, it’s working. I’m more at peace.

Some of my readers probably thought I had closed the shop, packed my bags and headed for the airport! Well, not so.

I’ve made a decision. This site is too old! It’s clunky, overloaded, and cumbersome. I love this blog though and will keep it here. However in a few months I’ll create a new one. Lighter, with a different type of writing. And I will post a lot less. I’m developing it. In the meantime I’ll still be here.

I am different. I’m different than I was, and I see the world and writing in a different way, than just a few years ago. I am no longer a fundamentalist and don’t want to be one ever again.

I write differently and what I read lately has been very exciting to me. I’m reading Deborah Harkness’ books, called a Discovery of Witches. She’s an amazing writer and her books are nothing like Harry Potter. They are not gross, and they seem to me like a more refined, sophisticated version of the Marvel movies.

I’m also reading some Anne Rice books, but her later work. I’m avoiding the early works because of them being way too gross and/or spicy. Yikes! I mention her because she is one of the best writers I have ever seen. Later in life she was a person of faith.

So I only read women authors now, because of their “voice”, their writer’s voice. And I noticed that when I write fiction the main characters are women. Remember Emma the Time Traveler series? And then there was Ally the Trans Woman.

See what I mean? I’m different now. Still a work in progress.

Thank you so much for reading!

In the Darkness of the Dawn

In the darkness of the dawn, night shadows fading

bringing a hopeful light,

our longing within

and a new day,

a new light

ascending.

When Thunder Was Born

When thunder was born, God wasn’t angry,

He was moving the heavens around

simply making room,

for all our prayers.

The Legend of Holds the Fire

Perhaps there have always been healers and seers among the People, but one in particular is still talked about today. All the People could see she was a very special child from the moment she was born. To this day her mother says that when she was born, Holds the Fire sang instead of cried.

No one understood the language, and some said it was an ancient one from when the People were first created from the Earth.

When she was 3, Holds the Fire ran to the injured Songbird, when she was attacked by a bear. At first, Holds the Fire was pushed away, but she snuck through the crowd and touched Songbird. Everything changed from that moment. Holds the Fire’s beautiful brown skin changed to red and then orange, glowing as if embers from a holy fire.

It was in her hands. Healing was in the hands of Holds the Fire. Songbird, who had been screaming in agony and fear, immediately calmed down. Healing washed over her as waves from the sacred lake. And Holds the Fire spoke in that ancient language again, the language no one could understand.

When she was older there was much work to be done. Rattlesnake bites, war wounds and emotional trauma took their toll. And no man was brave enough to ask her to marry. Maybe she didn’t want that type of life anyway.

To this day though…..all the People know….. she is their Mother.

Note: I’m bringing an early Christmas present today! This is brand new. Merry Christmas!

Autumn’s Light

I’m surprised by how autumn’s light still encourages me,

the sun warming tree branches,

a brighter light unhindered

it is a matter of letting go,

isn’t it?

a crisp layer under my feet

we begin again,

refusing to yield

to the coming bluster

of winter wind.

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