rivers – Ancient Skies

The Deepest Parts of Our Spirits

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If peace is a river, why do the nations rage?

perhaps we are still broken, needing the gentle rain

to wash us, and our new soil

preparing us for

the resurrection

of spring,

a sense of hope

healing the deepest parts

of our spirits.

When Our Poetry is a River

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When our poetry is a river, our spirits will walk

with confidence, gathering hawks

on our shoulders, while dismantling

our fear, when it tries to scream

“flee like a bird to your mountain.”

Words have always

given us

strength.

When I Was a River

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When I was a river I didn’t mind the rapids, the turbulence

carrying me further, around the rocks

up and over,

beyond, what was possible,

I was always moving.

And now that I’m a lake

I go deeper,

and deeper still

into the peace,

in the depths

of the spirit.

We Do Eventually Become the River

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When we are in our seasons of prayer,

it’s not that we are sending our hopes, our dreams

down the stream, as paper boats toppling –

fragile vessels, through the rapids.

No.

We do eventually become the river,

sending hope

and the power of faith, surging,

merging,

with the greatest

of all oceans,

victorious.

In the Quiet Stream

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In the quiet stream, there are no secrets hidden

only answers

and confidence, reaching our minds

from the stillness

in our spirits.

The Message of the River

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If I am only strong within my frame, I have missed the message

of the river, for when it flows I move beyond myself

inspired – flowing into all

our oceans, carrying my heart,

the best part of me

into our world,

through a few simple words.

Poetry in Your Wings

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Let roar, let it rip

let it loose, let it fly

let it tear across the morning sky

your words, discovering why

there’s poetry

in your wings.

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