river – Rivers Renewed

The River Drifting into His Spirit

There was some poetry within his deliverance,

as witnessed by the hawk,

but it was mostly the river

bending

drifting

into his spirit,

beyond the oak trees

and dogwoods,

when wholeness snuck up on him.

We Become the River

Peace lives in that sacred space of the human heart seeking,

our dry riverbeds barren no more

we become the river, flowing

in the stillness

we did not know before.

Winter Unrelenting

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A mystical mist of cold air and warm, of thin ice,

and reflections of snow maidens floating

freezing the air,

the river goes solid, surrendering.

And we behold the glory

of winter

unrelenting.

Within a Whisper

100_1046 Under the willow tree, I pause by the river touching

the bark,

as a blackbird glides

over the water

to an oak tree

on the other side.

I focus

on the depth moving slowly,

releasing a prayer

within a whisper,

into the wind.

Note: From my archives, a revised poem.

Into a Stronger Flow

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We are defined by our courage not the scars within us,

and yet our trauma can change our direction.

Remember to hold onto the light,

allowing your river

to go even deeper, pushing

your spirit into

a stronger flow.

Amen.

Each of Us a River

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As victory courses through our veins, yet hidden within

we can grasp a few lines,

discovering our light

and even a piece of hope

realizing

scars really can lose their power,

loosing control, or any influence at all

over who we are now.

Each of us river,

in our own right.

In the Spring Woods

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In the spring woods, listening to the water dancing,

we can see more clearly to the other side

a spirit vision through the water,

bringing healing

through the mist

of battle scars.

Prayer Flow

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In our prayer flow we become the river,

infused healing

filling our words

and phrases.

Spirit poems

from hearts

renewed.

The Weeping Willow Tree

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Branches and leaves from the weeping willow tree bending

yet, still holding the sun in place

filtering

light, randomly sprinkled

on the surface of the water,

my spirit was lifting

in the beautiful silence

hovering over the river,

I could see through it

when I realized I did have a line

to write, was it a poem?

or a prayer?

I will have to ask the river

once again.

A Sky Worth Redeeming

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I guess I’ve always known, there is peace

within the light,

a sky worth redeeming,

and even a river

constructed

just for me.

There was a beginning,

hope started to shift

to take shape

somehow –

well, to be honest

I don’t know how…..

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