creation – Rivers Renewed

As I Am Filled With Wonder

As the pine trees sway in the warm summer breeze,

I finally reach the top of the ridge

and my heart skips

a beat

while the ascending begins

I look up

and a prayer escapes,

from my heart,

as I am filled with wonder.

Oceans

Oceans have always pulled me

into a silent meditation,

and I am always encouraged

by what I find there.

Early Summer

I hid my heart in the fragrance of early summer

never looking any further,

because I was stunned

by her offering of healing,

I stood

while wholeness in the wind

enfolded me.

The Wind I Know

The wind I know never leaves this Earth, moving

teaching the mighty oaks to bend, or caressing

the most gentle of all flowers, once

I saw the mountain wind make a man cry,

with his prayers carried throughout the Earth

his broken heart beginning to mend

the wind announced his need in Singapore

and rain fell washing him,

the wind can do all that,

have you seen the wind move?

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.

When Pine Trees Hold Our Prayers

When pine trees hold our prayers, peace falls

quietly through the forest

in the whispers,

of snowflakes.

A Warm Heart

A warm heart on a cold day brings the light,

melts the ice, accepts the other

even different from us,

knowing

we were all made beautifully,

that we were made to love

not to fight.

Be the love we all so desperately need. We need each other.

The Dawn Speaks Softly

The dawn speaks softly this year, with our hope

moving slowly

cautiously,

stepping forward

refusing the temptation

refusing of any hint

of despair.

We move forward anyway.

Happy New Year! Thank you so much for reading!

In the days when wolves were still the Elders, and when there were not many horses yet living on the Plains, the People moved west, to grow their food and for sunlight sparkling in rivers that sang.

And Buffalo Bird Woman would sing to the corn, touching tenderly each stalk. Her gentle ways, her heart for the Earth produced an abundance of food, making the People very happy.

The Earth loved Buffalo Bird Woman, and some say she is the first human….. to ever grow pumpkins.

Note: Buffalo Bird Woman was a real person, and she really did sing to the corn, however the rest is fiction.

Early Winter Fog

Early winter fog brings a comfort to my being,

realizing

God is in the mist,

guiding even

when I cannot see.

Category: creation