photography – Rivers Renewed

The Shaping of Our Words

In the shaping of our words…..with our heart moving in a certain direction,

it is possible to make our world

a more beautiful place.

Sense the wordflow,

let boldness run,

and write it all down!

When I Was Young

When I was young years ago, it seemed like the spirit moved through the trees more often,

and there was never any malice in the air

lingering

in the shadows,

even the ghosts were innocent of blood,

and were seldom scary.

Everything was so different back then.

Note: This is fiction.

Garden Bouquet

And when the sun did return, God left us a garden bouquet

as a reminder

of Who

made the earth.

When Our Rivers Speak to Us

When our rivers speak to us our words and phrases will flow

from hearts alive with the dance of spring,

and the sun

shining brightly.

Healing Flow

The depth of our pain will not determine the shape of our poems,

or the ascending of our prayers

when our hearts allow love

and healing

to flow once again.

In the Beauty of the Wind

What we used to know as peace descended last night,

bringing a tangible sense of silence

or at least a quiet to our hearts,

and a wordflow spun,

in the beauty

of the wind.

As I write this, light dances through the window over my shoulder with shadows from the shades and pine trees moving across the wall. I realize I write a lot about these pine trees, and the red maples, oaks and poplar trees, as if there is a strength hidden.

I hold the hawks close to my heart, or it could be, just that one that likes to fly close to me, at eye level. It can see it now in a larger sense that courage takes wing and sometimes leaves a feather as a souvenir of victory. Sharing more than light, and clearly defining my true self.

The sun is now moving a little closer to the horizon, as I squint…..closing the shade.

In Peace We Run Stronger

In peace we run stronger – how is your peaceflow today?

is your spirit flowing in a good direction,

have you held close

the promise of the sky?

The Peace of an Early Winter Morning

No battles raging within, when we surrender ourselves,

to the peace of an early winter morning

with sunlight breaking through,

and snowflakes

still lingering

in the air.

Tree in the Twilight

Tree in the twilight brings peace to my soul,

as night begins her embrace

a tangible deliverance,

from the worries of the day,

darkness comforting.

I’m able to see more clearly now,

the breath of the mountains,

and stillness returning.

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