horizon – Rivers Renewed

Walking in the Mountains

As the trail opened up on top of the ridge, I was surprised by the brightness of the sun. Wildflowers in the tall grass moved gently in the wind.

I marveled at my spirit being at rest once again, and I was lifted into a space…..I had always wanted to discover.

Reflecting Light

As light reflects on the ocean’s surface

so too our spirits reflect

the light we’ve been given,

shimmering

so wonderfully.

The Softness of the Air

The softness of the air washed over me,

giving

always giving never taking.

I wondered,

how beautiful clouds move across the sky

and how the patience of oak leaves

works within the human heart

calling forth

another gentle prayer.

Oceans Remembered

What I remember most about the ocean is that you can let your spirit glide out over the surface of the water into infinity,

or is it that the infinity is within us? Either way, with the ocean and the rhythm of the waves, both are possible I think. And somehow

the concept of God

is unmistakable.

Tapestries

Our tapestries are not made from our battle scars or tears,

but from our courage,

the audacity to survive,

in the refusal to give up,

we somehow learn to create

new beginnings,

as if it was spring again,

with purple infusing our being,

we build something beautiful

once again.

Note: I will never thank God for my wife having cancer, only for the courage for both us to survive.

Breathe Deeply

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And in my dream I was drawn to the surface of the ocean, as if coming alive again,

or hearing for the first time, with My Love whispering, “Breathe deeply” and she said….

“you will find your significance, the freedom of your spirit….if you will only open…”

It was then my lungs filled, taking in….the purest of air.

The Promise of Blue

100_1123 On those days when the wind gets knocked out of me, I remember the sea.

Pine trees swaying on the shoreline, with my sails full….I journey seeking the promise of blue,

and the adventure

of tomorrow.

In My Love’s Eyes

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I find the universe in My Love’s eyes,

the earth,

the oceans

and skies.

Forest Meditations

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As I entered the trail, lingering March winds pushed the canopy of tree tops one way and the other,

all at the same time, yet I was quickly surrounded by the gentleness of the forest,

a safe place deep in the coolness of the earth.

The wildflowers were blue this time, while the vanity of the woodpecker could be heard

in the distance. And I wondered how far a prayer could travel, certainly beyond the poplar and oak trees…

I understood then, how peace walked this earth, from the very beginning.

Writers II

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As writers we see with our eyes, our hearts,

our spirits even

dismantling prejudice

we have visions of wings

sensing the value

of each and every person,

and then……

a new day dawns

so we write it all down.

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