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.
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Thank you for reading!
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.
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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.
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The river slowly flowing, around logs, over and around rocks,
as if silence was waiting,
a peace settled in over the water,
or was it filling those empty chambers
I had prayed about?
No matter, river peace
had descended in its special way,
once again.
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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.
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In the mist of the waterfall, in the rush
of water cooled air,
a voice spoke softly, melting
my scars, breaking
the stones yet remaining,
within my heart
creating a new wing……
and then I lifted
into the clouds
once again.
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Our peaceflow will grow stronger
when our minds and bodies
are at rest.
Breathe in the good air,
and let spring….speak to you.
Stay healthy and safe, and have a great week!
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Sparrow song filled the air
as he sat under the willow tree,
he closed his eyes
and listened,
to the river flow.
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As our peace grows within our essence
our rivers will deepen,
filling our spirits with remarkable colors
and strength,
changing us, shaping us
into who
we had always hoped to be.
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Within our hearts a power we seldom tap into
or reveal, a positive flow of choosing
to be thankful,
changing us
and our world.
What are you thankful for today?
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