journey – Rivers Renewed

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.

There is Joy in the Journey

There is joy in the journey and strength for the asking,

if we know

if we truly believe,

we are loved.

Walk in the knowledge you are loved today.

We Find Ourselves

In our quiet moments we find ourselves at peace

no longer bound by who we were

with a stronger sense

of who we are,

a confidence now

in who,

we can become.

The Depth of Our Peace

The depth of our peace always follows the depth of our searching

our hearts

hold the key,

if we allow ourselves

the journey.

In Our Peaceflow Searching

In our peaceflow searching we will recognize the refreshing,

when our souls are filled

and our spirits

are lifted.

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.

The Earth Seemed Young

The earth seemed young back then, primal somehow, when I began

searching through those deep woods trails

the earth veiled in a cloak, I already knew though

the certainty of owls wings in the night

that mist will burn away,

and that the Almighty declared….

we were never alone.

We each will find our way.

Note: Pieces here originally posted in 2015

I know it’s strange to hear from me this time of day but some strange things are happening. First I have felt pulled, or actually drawn to particular faith based topics. This has not happened in many years!

Yet, I find myself searching, meaning spiritually. This is very unusual.

I won’t bore you with details, but I will say I can’t stand most churches. Ok that’s out now. Tradition and liturgy are ok though.

I have no inclination to write anything political, and fiction is out of the question, because I’m still recovering from the fall that occurred almost 3 weeks ago!

Add to that I have dealt with chronic pain for the past several years, and lately it has been real bad. So bad in fact, I’ve actually thought about not blogging anymore. Weird!

And when I think of that, I always, I mean always, have a poem stirring within my spirit. What? Is writing a calling?

And the Vietnamese angel Henry Vu is so tied up now in Washington D.C. trying to protect our democracy, he may never be available to visit with us.

Gosh, so many strange things……. and yet there is always the dawn.

Listening Heart

It was nearing December when his heart began speaking,

yet he wondered if he would see

the peace of snow falling

in the evergreen trees.

It was waiting for him…

if he would only listen.

Happy Anniversary

We took each other’s hand that day, with the leaves changing into the gold and burning reds,

having already chosen our fire with commitment, pledging ourselves,

pledging our hearts, and when I stared into your eyes that day…. I knew, and I still know……I still say, “I do”.

Happy Anniversary, My Love!

My wife and I have been married a long time.

Yes, life has changed us some, but our love always sees us through the tragedies. We would not want to spend our lives with anyone else.

Today’s not our actual day. We don’t share the date on the internet.

Wishing you peace.

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