light – Rivers Renewed

The Sun Through the Trees

In the cleansing of the forest I would often search for my answers,

now I simply breathe in the peace,

having found my way,

grateful for the sun

through the trees.

Only a Thin Veil Remains

Only a thin veil remains My Love, as the sun brings warmth in the morning,

a curtain of light covering over our summer dreams,

only to reveal yellow roses in the garden,

where you and I are refreshed

by the crisp, cool air.

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 Light Was Already Dancing

The light was already dancing as I walked into the woods today,

filtered through the leaves pulling me,

pulling…. my spirit further

into the healing. I stood

for a long time at rest, confident,

understanding finally

I was made,

part of the earth

part of the sky,

the sea.

And everywhere,

part of the light dancing.

New Beginnings

Bumblebees hover in the early morning light,

gently tasting the sweet nectar, of purple flowers.

And I realize that healing is not far away,

in fact, very close to us,

in the wholeness of new beginnings.

In the Softness of the Light

To be honest, it was the softness of the light that surprised me, as God spoke through the trees.

And as if I had always known that voice my heart paused, I hesitated,

yet at least I was listening now,

in the silence.

Light is the Prism

There are times when our wordflow reflects who we are now, having our healing strong in the flow of our being,

and there are times the jagged, those fragmented pieces of who we were, still surface.

Either way light is the prism and we are the art

creating something beautiful.

Walking through the Light of the Forest

The veil taken away that day, a thin layered curtain removed, as I walked through

the light of the forest. With peace speaking

I was able to recognize

the beauty within.

In the Dawn Over the Lake

In the dawn over the lake, crows break the silence with their morning gossip,

as the steel grey slowly releases

the blue,

and the green of the shoreline.

I take another breath,

copying the dawn releasing

the worries of this world.

Spring bringing freedom.

Wholeness in Our Spirit Wings

The space between our wounds, was always meant for the peace descending,

in the form of light.

Wholeness

in our spirit wings.

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