People in My Neighborhood #2

Named for the Blessed Mother, you can still see her sitting on her front porch on warm days

a small wave, a big smile, does she remember my name? It doesn’t matter.

She also tends her flowers in the yard, even though her husband

is gone now, never alone she still holds onto God,

with her soft voice lifting prayers,

a gentle spirit,

and a cornerstone

of our community.

Even….in her nineties.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Spring Meditation

Peace draws close to a quiet heart,

a heart willing

to listen

and receive.

What is your spirit telling you?

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Note: I will be taking a blogging break, to work on some projects.

I will be reading your beautiful posts again on Wednesday.

I’ll be sharing some previous work all this week, until Friday.

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

Happy Easter

Today around the world, millions of people will be celebrating Easter, a day to celebrate the risen Christ, alive forever more! It is a beautiful day. One of hope and triumph over death and evil.

I have such a beautiful group of readers from across the globe, with different religions, and some with no particular religion. I love the diversity here!

Thank you so much for reading and being a great part of my blog.

Happy Easter!

P.S. The vaccine is here, spring is here and it is such a time of hope right now.

Wishing you peace and beautiful blessings.

Writing and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Poet’s Muse

Shape shifting into that wolf he used to be, or even the lion made of fire and stone, produced nothing more than comical lyrics and dreams of hunting with dull knives instead of that line, that phrase he had called forth, the one on the tip of his tongue, he could almost taste it….

he refused the temptation to allow despair to take him down, to allow the lancing of his pain, the calling out of anguish using poetry as way of defeating. No.

His muse must live…..but he refused to share her nakedness, her bare soul, the broken body from chemo and cancer, the legs he adored now whittled down, he would not go there, if he did he would not live there. Crushed.

God spoke and he listened. The warm embrace of nature began with a soft sun…..melting the ice. And rain, one of those beautiful life giving rains. His arm. A pen on paper.

And life began again, somehow. Spring.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Note: This is fiction. My wife is taking chemo but we are ok.