The Awakening

It was as if the two of them were floating, traveling within their dreams. In the cloud covered sunlight, they felt themselves moving high above the Earth, and heading towards the Great Sea. The sea and the sky became one, clouds and water within a mist, washing them.

They were lost in this other world, but it was not unpleasant. Floating brought peace, and there was no time here, just the moving through the mist of blue. The smell of water.

But as they moved through this other world, the sun pierced their consciousness, and began shining on their faces. As they returned to their bodies, the warmth brought back their spirits, and woke them, as if from a very deep sleep.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2021, rivers renewed

Happy Father’s Day

I cannot think of anything more important in my life, than being the best husband and father I can be.

Besides being married to the most beautiful, amazing woman on the planet, being a father is by far the greatest achievement of my life. Our children are grown now, and they are absolutely amazing people!

They are filled with faith, care about others, and we are incredibly proud of them. And they are excellent writers! Isn’t that something??!

Wishing you a Happy Father’s Day!

Writing and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

As if Sunlight Sparkles

Memories of our most sacred moments will often find their way,

drifting,

into our hearts

within our void seeking,

as if sunlight sparkles

on the surface of the lake

filtering,

through the deep.

I wonder

if we are more than water

searching, moving towards the shore,

a magnificent spirit,

washing the Earth.

It is the light,

that moves us beyond

the pain,

into the new hope shifting

taking shape

within us.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2021 rivers renewed

Memories in the Waves

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Sunlight on the waves, and seagulls declaring their glory remind me of so many summers ago.

Of rafting in the ocean, and fishing in the twilight. Of swimming in the waves, ducking under

and the 14 year old me, being liked by the brown haired girl. I wished I had asked her name.

Of Dad and I walking the boardwalk. Of fried chicken dinners, and so many shadows of him

still living here, as I walk barefoot in the wet sand.

Lord God, I do miss him, but thank you for my Dad.

Happy Father’s Day.

 

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Sweet Summer Memories

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In those waves where light seems to glitter,

ride memories

of a boy on a raft,

of body surfing, and wipe outs

and dreaming

of being old enough

to drive,

a Chevy of course

old enough to take Marianne

on a date……

would she want to dance?

Suddenly a seagull woke the old man….

squawking again

for a piece of bread.

He reached into the bag

and threw some crumbs in the air…..

longing for more

of his sweet summer memories.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Seagulls Descending for a Piece of Bread

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In our coldest moments our minds can drift back to the ocean

warmer days, the sun reflecting the light to our faces

and seagulls descending for a piece of bread

the noise of children playing, splashing,

while lovers hold hands walking

along the beach.

       

They say the ocean is beautiful with snowflakes

falling, but we never think of that

on the warmer days.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies