prayer – Rivers Renewed

His Hawk Heard the Prayer

From a distance his hawk heard the prayer, strong wings just in time lifting,

carrying his heartsong

into the heavens.

As Wind Song Moves Through the Pine Trees

As wind song moves through the pine trees, I can hear hawk wings descending

out of the clouds, and I finally let go of those phrases

I carried as a prayer, shifting and shaping them,

will it be a poem?

as another feather drifts,

to the Earth

from the blue sky.

May the Depth of Our Song Be Remembered

May the depth of our song be remembered, as releasing the wings of our spirits

while feathers in the wind recall cloud songs,

the Earth still mourns for her people,

yet the sky whispers

for a new day,

to awaken.

music by Mary Youngblood

Wordflow Resting

Spirit poems and the shape of our prayers,

will be much more beautiful,

so much stronger

when our bodies and minds

are at rest.

Wordflow resting.

Note: I’m on a one day blogging break, and will return in a day or so.

Peace.

The Soft Voice of Leaves

The soft voice of leaves rustling in the wind

bringing changes in the air,

sighs escaping

autumn drawing my heart,

into a silent prayer.

Grateful.

The Spreading of Wings Extended

The spreading of wings extended, the spreading of leaves

through tree limbs stretching,

I walk and breathe and move,

yet I am spirit too,

in the knowing.

Moving even closer

to a sense of quiet in my spirit,

I lift my heart

in silent prayer.

Seagulls Hover, Floating on the Wind

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Seagulls hover, floating on the wind mostly white wings,

dipped in black

ignoring the shadows of the coming storm

I turn to My Love and her eyes are closed,

as she whispers a prayer

and I realize, perhaps comprehend

the peace of the waves,

and the healing

of a blue sky

yet remaining…

Prayer Song Overflowing

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With the wind in my hair, and a prayer song overflowing,

I made my way

to the top of the mountain,

embracing

all things.

I became new again.

I Was Even Able to Whisper

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The darkness and coolness of the deep forest called to me today,

with streams and a river unending, my spirit went quiet,

listening to the bees and one stubborn woodpecker.

A tree stump became my chair as I was surrounded by the comfort of leaves….

I was even able to whisper,

a simple prayer.

Lifting Our Heartsong

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When we lift our heartsong in these times

of uncertainty and strife,

even our wings

will be restored

our voices strengthened,

through shaping our poems

and prayers.

Have you encouraged someone today?

Category: prayer