confidence – Rivers Renewed

A Walk in the Snow

It amazes me how a walk in the snow….can quiet our spirits,

encourage our hearts,

and bring clarity

to our minds.

Maybe God,

is in the silence.

Climbing the Mountain

It is in the struggle of climbing we are strengthened,

and we will finally know our wings

when we carry a heart willing,

to trust again.

Wholeness in Our Spirit Wings

The space between our wounds, was always meant for the peace descending,

in the form of light.

Wholeness

in our spirit wings.

Whispers of Snow

Whispers of snow quiet my spirit, so I let go of my burdens by releasing a prayer

and somehow, in looking out of my window,

I recognize this feeling….

the peace

I used to know.

Even In This Wildness

Out in the snow today, swirls capture my attention, putting a smile on my face,

for the wind has a lot to say, and even in this wildness

I sense a strong peace

beginning.

Carrying Winter’s Breath

My heartbeat quickened as I reached the top of the ridge carrying winter’s breath,

a sense of awe enfolded me, hope within the blue sky,

peace so amazingly present

covering

each one of us.

The expanse.

One Wing and Then the Other

It was the same winter that courage from the sky was concealed, even sealed with a double layer of grey,

until blue finally broke through and I was convinced once again, of the power of my own breath, as evidence

so I raised one wing and then the other, until I was lifted

bowing my heart and my head to the One

who made everything, contained

under all the heavens.

Hawks breath always runs true.

The Space for Renewal

Between each snowflake, the space for silence, for renewal

as we contemplate prayers

we had never thought of before,

or a steady wordflow shaping phrases,

even poems

from the depths of our hearts,

quietly speaking.

Blue Winter Sky

Peaceflow, as if descending from the blue winter sky, calming our spirits,

building our confidence, always speaking

of who we truly are,

while renewing

our strength.

Amen.

The Gentle Whispers of Pine Trees

When hope seems distant or only vaguely held as a shadow, I remember

the gentle whispers of pine trees

and the beautiful way

God moves through the forest.

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