Moving Beyond Our Brokenness

A more tangible humanity will emerge when our hearts move beyond

our brokenness, determined

and admitting

we need each other.

We are rivers…..for each other.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Note: Since readership is way, way off right now I’m taking an extensive break. I will be posting previous work for awhile.

Thank you for reading!

Welcome to Rivers Renewed

Welcome to Rivers Renewed! This site was formerly Ancient Skies, and reflects where I am as a writer now.

My subtitle says, “Restoring and renewing our rivers through poetry and wordflow.

Doesn’t that sound exciting? Here’s a short poem:

As our rivers get stronger, our words,

our phrases will infuse

even our own spirits.

Thank you again for reading!

Wishing you peace.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2020 rivers renewed, formerly ancient skies

Rivers Soon to Dwell

Rivers soon to dwell, in each chamber of our being

simply by walking

in the late autumn air,

and in the wholeness,

in the wildness of nature

allowing peace,

to take its rightful place

of removing our jagged

so we can live,

once again.

Nature is wild enough, and yet peaceful enough, to heal us.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

Writer’s Wings

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Even when I’m folding my wings I’m very aware

of the wordflow waiting…

phrases seeking

another river,

another poem

from within my heart.

      

I’m grieving like many of you over the deadly racism in the United States.

Do we have a right to criticize other nations? It’s a sin really from our very beginning.

And I also grieve for how the far-right is ripping us apart. Caring more for their assault rifles than they do for people.

Closer to home my wife needs further treatments for cancer. The last round was not enough.

There will be more aggressive, more invasive treatments and that means more horrible side effects.

And we had a cousin die recently…..from cancer. This was the cousin that had the big family gatherings every year…

for Thanksgiving and Christmas. We’ve eaten at their home many times. He was in his forties, married with children.

I’ve shared these things because I’ve had the wind knocked out of me like I wrote in yesterday’s poem.

No, I don’t feel a need to stop blogging. I still have plenty of wordflow…….somewhere, but I’m grieving.

I just need some restoration, with my wings folded.

     

Poetry, Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies