prayer – Rivers Renewed

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.

The Wholeness So Elusive

The wholeness so elusive is not hidden in the dark,

yet sometimes in the beauty of the night

we find ourselves through

our tears

and our prayers.

When Thunder Was Born

When thunder was born, God wasn’t angry,

He was moving the heavens around

simply making room,

for all our prayers.

Autumn Healing

Healing descends in my long walks through the forest now,

leaves falling, twirling

taking my breath away as I realize the simplicity

of healing,

the reality

of what love can do.

In the New Day of the Forest

Somehow it was the light through the leaves that caught my attention, I paused…..realizing I could hope again,

I closed my eyes and at first a prayer took shape, and then my wordflow began to be born again.

A poem spun, dancing in the sunlight as I stood amazed,

in the new day of the forest….

Walking in the Mountains

As the trail opened up on top of the ridge, I was surprised by the brightness of the sun. Wildflowers in the tall grass moved gently in the wind.

I marveled at my spirit being at rest once again, and I was lifted into a space…..I had always wanted to discover.

Prayer Poems

On some days there are prayer poems dancing, maneuvering within my being,

and I can only hold them until the midday sun, giving them wings,

letting them go, watching them spin ascending

into that space between earth and sky

into the air unfettered

they fly.

In the Light Dancing

And in the light dancing on the leaves, I knew then there was never a question of where to find wholeness,

or how the broken heart can mend. The leaves moved gently and the light spoke

as only light can speak. So I closed my eyes

allowing the healing

to begin.

Memorial Day 2021

My father-in-law fought in World War II, and was there for the invasion of Normandy. Specifically he was on Omaha Beach and lived to tell about it. Later he fought in the Korean War.

My Dad was in the military too but due to his age he was in between the wars. They are both long since passed away.

It’s difficult to know sometimes what to write on days like today. It’s a solemn day, remembering all those who gave their lives fighting…..for our democracy.

For me personally, I thank God for them. I’m also grateful to come from a long line of fighting Nazis, and right wing extremism.

Wishing you peace today. Let’s remember….. to remember.

Listening to the Water

Listening, as I drift over the water…. my spirit knows where it was born from and yet I reach

into and across the blue, lit by the sun, free from damaged wings and what used to be

I can see so clearly now and the space has been made for blending

my wordflow shaping who I am now, with words.

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