confidence – Rivers Renewed

The Light of Hope

Our poems and phrases will sustain us,

as long as we don’t turn on our backs

on the light of hope,

walk forward

and guard your heart.

Poetry and Image © Copyright, 2022 rivers renewed

Thank You!

It has been a long time since I’ve done a thank you post so – thank you so much! You all are an amazing group of people!

I’m always amazed by your poetry, art, articles, reviews, and photography. You should all receive awards and make lots of money!

And I wish I could follow each one of you. Your support for my work is truly a blessing and humbling.

I’d like to make a recommendation for those that are beginning their blogging life here. If you want your blog to do well, please link it to social media. You’ll be glad you did!

The future is not only here now, it was here yesterday.

I’m really happy with where my blog is and my journey here….and you are the reason!

Thank you!

The Peace of Spring

When the peace of spring flows through me

I usually wait, and listen

in the quiet place,

in that part of me where I’m open

carrying a sense

of wonder

and awe.

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.

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.

A Peaceful Heart

A peaceful heart creates a wordflow

even more beautiful,

forgotten phrases

become real again,

hidden strength

arises.

Still Filled with the Wind

That injured wing, still filled with the wind and lifted her,

even with pain and dried blood she was carried

soaring into the clouds, aiming for the sun

not exactly refreshed but it was working

both wings were part of her now

looking down, she refused

any sense

of despair.

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.

Our Journey of the Heart

Our journey of the heart is expanded, made new

when we embrace the sun expectantly

moving forward, reaching up

respecting everything

God has made.

River Poem

Opening the door was never a struggle, to flow or let the wordflow in,

yet he pushed back on the obscure, preferring

to meander a while in the shade of oak trees,

his heart willing and wordflow

always honest, she

flowed quietly,

or sometimes roared

he let her have her way,

until she was finished

he smiled

closing his laptop,

grateful

for another day.

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