confidence – Rivers Renewed

Far Beyond

With our wordflow redeemed and our pathway secure,

our hearts will move us forward,

far beyond

what we used to know.

Light is the Prism

There are times when our wordflow reflects who we are now, having our healing strong in the flow of our being,

and there are times the jagged, those fragmented pieces of who we were, still surface.

Either way light is the prism and we are the art

creating something beautiful.

Spring Has a Way

Spring has a way of infusing us with greenery and sunlight, walking by streams

of hope once eternal, and in a way,

in an almost tangible way

we believe again

in the unseen.

This gift she has, this way of looking forward with her wingspan extended, breaking open the sky so that healing can surge…..and yet there are times where we both need the mountains, some time for walking

and restoration, or talking or even just silently watching new rivers take shape. Fortunately fragments in her wings don’t take long to remove, but make no mistake, I’m not the eagle here.

As the wind in our wings lifts both of us, I guess it’s true about couples. We heal each other, and always have.

I know I wouldn’t have it any other way. Amen.

The Strength and Healing of Spring

The strength and healing of spring, in the power

of a flower,

in the uplifting

of our wings

that once were broken,

wholeness now,

in all

that God has made.

Shaping Words into a Gentle Rain

I try not to write from my scars. They’re there of course like everyone else, but I make every attempt not to give them too much credit.

So I write from the light or try to. Pieces of encouragement, maybe some profound peace, shaping words into a gentle rain of spring. Rivers instead.

Even if there is a storm, it doesn’t hold onto me anymore.

In the Warming of the Sun

In the warming of the sun, we are our partially ecstatic and partially free from despair,

so we hold spring close to our hearts, wanting to believe again

and hope begins, or something like hope,

breathes into us.

New beginnings do restore us

don’t they?

The Healing of Spring

The fragments, the shattered pieces of our inner rooms, will seek their own healing

when our minds turn to the sun,

and our eyes take in,

the encouragement of a flower.

Sometimes,

all we need

is one.

And the light dawns,

that we are made too.

Spring.

Quiet Harbor

In our search for a quiet harbor where our hearts can rest,

we want more than just the unseen, perhaps simply

to know ourselves, or just know the quiet

we have always longed for

and then,

and then for sure

our strength will return.

Note: Based on an earlier work.

The Late Winter Winds

The bluster and power of the late winter winds told him a different story now, unlike his younger days when meeting the winds head on, spoke of courage and the ability, to press forward meeting the challenge.

Now it just meant the brutal force of cold air, chilling his bones, so he zipped up his coat a little further, and held onto his hat, as another gust tried to knock him sideways.

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