prayer – Rivers Renewed

Building New Foundations

It amazes me how we can walk through the fire looking back at how we used to be strong, or how we hold onto the one we love, and that love can push us forward beyond what we ever imagined……

we not only survive but we build new foundations, because the old framework was never meant to sustain us.

As you may know my wife has had cancer for many years, off and on. She will be on chemo for a very long time. You may not know that she recently had some small tumors show up where they are not supposed to be! So to be truthful it is easy to go down the bitterness road or the fear road, but we decided to go down the trust road. Meaning trusting in God.

You see our faith not only helps us, but becomes a type of a certain foundation. Never assume a person of faith is a nitwit or naïve. You have no idea what they have been through. And my wife and I want nothing to do extremist politics, which is totally off target. I’m speaking of a heart filled with love.

Back to those small tumors……they turned out to be benign! So we didn’t have to walk through the fire this time……and we thank God for that. A small yet important victory.

Whispers of Snow

Whispers of snow quiet my spirit, so I let go of my burdens by releasing a prayer

and somehow, in looking out of my window,

I recognize this feeling….

the peace

I used to know.

Blue Winter Sky

Peaceflow, as if descending from the blue winter sky, calming our spirits,

building our confidence, always speaking

of who we truly are,

while renewing

our strength.

Amen.

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…

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