mountains – 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.

Visions Replacing Shadows

In the healing of the mountains a lone eagle gave me courage,

suddenly being able to see now, with visions

replacing shadows

canyons were no longer dark places

and the sky,

we love the freedom of the sky

don’t we?

was so much closer,

I felt I could almost

touch the center

of where

I wanted to be.

P.S. Due to having some health issues I need share some previous work for a few days.

Mountain Morning

It was sunny and crisp in the mountains this morning,

in the sacred silence,

I found a way

to walk softly

upon the Earth.

Climbing the Mountain

It is in the struggle of climbing we are strengthened,

and we will finally know our wings

when we carry a heart willing,

to trust again.

Sunlight Danced

Playfully, the crisp autumn air spun

through the forest,

as sunlight danced

on the maple leaves.

Seeking the Mountains

Loving peace, we often seek the mountains,

the perfect blend

of earth and blue sky,

not hearing the angels,

yet we become grounded

and hopeful,

finding the strength

to believe again.

Mountain Song

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As he stood there in his mountain song, he remembered the prayers of the fathers, the voices of his mothers uplifted,

and he knew his strength was not of this world, it was his spirit, it was always his spirit that gave him strength……

he closed his eyes then, taking in visions of the never ending river, listening to the comfort….

of the wind.

The Sacred Feather

100_1051 It wasn’t until he was near the top of the ridge that he distinctly heard a set of wings, it was unmistakable…

so he looked up into the brightness of the sun. He saw nothing…but felt the presence of wings.

Was it an eagle’s spirit, or an angel? He couldn’t tell. And then one single white feather, tinged with grey came floating down,

landing on his shoulder, and for some reason he felt….well protected. Then he remembered,

that feathers could be held as sacred…..he carried that feather in his hand to the top of the mountain,

then he closed his eyes, whispering a prayer. He didn’t know it then, but a very large shadow of wings covered him……

so completely.

Seeking that Place

20160418_122232 Bluejays sang their most sacred songs in the highest branches of the tallest trees,

while the blue sky shifted and white clouds followed that rugged trail,

he ascended, heart full of burdens seeking that place, that place where God lived, or least

it seemed that way, to the top… on the largest of rocks, where everything could be seen,

that special place of a calmness where violence was always rejected, and light….could be tangibly felt.

In the Mountains

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I found wordflow in the mountains,

healing for body,

and soul.

Hiking boots, and camera.

Note: I’m on a one day break today. See you very soon!

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