nature – Rivers Renewed

The River Drifting into His Spirit

There was some poetry within his deliverance,

as witnessed by the hawk,

but it was mostly the river

bending

drifting

into his spirit,

beyond the oak trees

and dogwoods,

when wholeness snuck up on him.

The Light of Hope

Our poems and phrases will sustain us,

as long as we don’t turn on our backs

on the light of hope,

walk forward

and guard your heart.

Poetry and Image © Copyright, 2022 rivers renewed

What a beautiful summer this is! Can you feel the excitement in the air? The flowers are blooming, and even the bumble bees have taken their rightful place in this beautiful realm. I hope you are able to get out and enjoy the natural world.

My wife and I have been focusing on being outdoors this summer. The other day we went for a walk in an apple orchard, and today we went walking in a local park. The apples are just beginning to grow, and it looks like there will be a wonderful harvest in a few months.

So, what about the blog? The blog is doing very well, and I could not be happier with your support and wonderful comments! I do apologize for not being here as much as I used to be.

When I first started blogging I was posting twice a day. How did I ever do that?? I have no idea.

Things have changed a lot in the 8 years I’ve been blogging. That seems like a long time. I have changed too, and in a lot of ways I have simply outgrown the site. I recently cut back to just 2 posts a week, but for the next week it will only be on Saturdays. I may expand that for the entire summer.

However do not feel abandoned! I will be visiting your sites. My summer schedule will be a precursor to my retirement schedule.

I love to write but I need more family time. I’m looking forward to more walks in the apple orchard with my beautiful wife! Some of you ask about her and I’m so grateful you check on us that way. She will always be on chemo, because that keeps her body stable. So yeah, time with my honey is important to me!

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

As Night Falls on the Bay

Even the sun surrenders to the night,

as young lovers dream of colors on the water

with boats floating,

and ducks nestled into their feathers,

while frogs take over the serenade.

A clouded sky prepares

for the victory of fireflies

while the bay embraces

the reflection of our souls

and the moon glows,

in those softer lights

during times of our embracing.

I Am a Seed

I prefer to write from where I was planted,

instead of from when I was buried

moving beyond the darkness, reaching

for the sun,

I am a seed, my poem is the plant

still growing, always tender

her beauty more powerful

from the rain.

Poetry and Image © Copyright, 2022 rivers renewed

May Light Shape Our Words

A poem will often carry my spirit into the mountains

where I hover

and pray over the land.

I did get glimpse once

of the healing so elusive

in our world today.

May rays of light continue

to shape our words

into prayers,

into poems

until the scars

vanish away.

A Windy Day by the Lake

In the wild wind down by the lake today, my hat blew off

and flew away, while the Mallard snickered

and the heron smiled silently.

I know he smiled,

he was holding back a laugh

I saw him with my own eyes,

no really, I did.

Mystical Waters

Mystical waters flowing through a wooded dream, carrying

my spirit infused

within the peace of spring,

into a green world

my heart reaches up

as my hand

reaches for my notebook,

phrases sing

and a poem walks boldly

into this new world,

completed.

Deer in the Forest

As I lift my camera in the forest, a quiet within me begins to surface

and a deer unthreatened looks my way chewing leaves,

I smile as the deer moves closer, I bow my head to her

in a greeting, do deer smile? our time is short lived…

for when I closed my eyes to lift a prayer,

within a second, she was gone.

In These Moments

As I walk in the woods, in these moments of birds in the leaves

there is a stillness within, listening

and somehow, like nowhere else

I’m drawn in

closer to knowing

some type of presence,

a tangible, formerly unknown

as if God is walking in the forest

with me.

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