quiet – Rivers Renewed

Night Wind

In the night wind I begin to sense the peaceflow,

whispers

of quiet moments,

bringing a stillness

to my heart.

Mountain Morning

It was sunny and crisp in the mountains this morning,

in the sacred silence,

I found a way

to walk softly

upon the Earth.

A Stream Flowing Over

When my mind is still, my heart can listen, a silent warfare against the noise, the disturbance of a distant wind.

I will never understand the whirlwind, but in the forest there is shelter, a wholeness waiting,

saying, “Here is the way”. A softer tone, a stream flowing over,

and sending me into the far away,

and back again, at the same time,

drifting, and following the light

through the trees,

allowing my heart to listen.

When I am still, I am alive.

Walk in the Forest

Walk in the forest and you will find the place within you that knows the way,

the place where courage is carried within

and answers can be given,

from knowing

the right questions.

In the Coolness of the Forest

The coolness of the forest became my space today,

offering renewal

while washing my spirit,

with living waters

unseen.

English Breakfast Morning

Not exactly an early morning, as our bodies are lulled to rest with an early summer rain.

And as I listen at my desk to the rain dripping from the leaves, I take another sip

of English Breakfast Tea,

and start writing

of renewal.

Note: The photo is of a museum.

In the Silence of the Woodlands Snow

In the silence of the woodlands snow, the dawn emerges blue

and all I can sense besides a sparrow,

is God’s presence moving

through the trees,

so I lift some quiet words

as a prayer…..

Frozen Moon

Within the delicate balance of the night, that space between the grey

and the promised dawn, snow clouds reach out floating,

expecting the surrender

of the frozen moon.

Purple in the Quiet Night

Purple in the quiet night drawing me closer, in silence almost like a prayer

into a peaceflow of color, drawing me

with a calm assurance

of knowing,

knowing after all….

we are spirit created,

we exist,

walking through our space and time

more tangible,

we are….

brightness in that darkest night.

Merry Christmas

In the calm silence of Christmas morning,

I awaken

reflecting on all the beautiful gifts

already given,

and as I look out my window,

snowflakes begin to tumble,

so I whisper,

“God…..

you know how I love the snow…..”

Merry Christmas everyone!

From our house to yours, regardless of your faith may you be infused with peace, love and joy,

and carry a great sense of hope in your heart.

Amen.

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