In the Wild Streams

Will our children enjoy the depths of the wild streams when the end of all things is completed? Yes, as the ravens guard the river flow, and as wild geese fly over.

Having been washed by the great trouble we can see now, when our tribulation will end. As cities descend into ruins, the Earth will be healed, and cover over what used to be.

And we will not only bathe in the wild streams, but a new rotation will bring a cooling, and plants will no longer be burned. Our future generations of survivors will feel safe, within their deliverance.

     

Note: From the Apocalyptic Journal

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Our Rivers Will Speak to Us

When we are quiet, our spirits drifting

into peace

our rivers will speak to us

as we covet the love

in our hearts.

And yes

it is true sometimes

rivers will carry us

to make a stand.

My friends my river is speaking, and it says Nationalism falsely parades as patriotism. It’s not patriotic.

In one single year from 2016 to 2017 hate crimes against Hispanics in our country went up 40%.

In that same year 2016 to 2017 anti-Semitic hate crimes in our country went up about 60%!!

What does that tell you?

It says Nationalism causes hatred because of an atmosphere of division and strife.

Push back on hate!!

Please vote on November 6th!!

Hatred is un-American.

    

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A Soft Rain Caresses Gently

A soft rain caresses gently, running into streams as the joy

of the Earth accepts the sky’s offering,

and sparrows celebrate

over the widening river

so lovingly held

in the hands of the mountain.

And one day,

this same river will empty itself

as a sacrifice

into the expanse of the sea

and the endless horizon.

      

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Sacred Rivers

Sacred rivers carry us to a place

where our souls are at rest,

shaping our words with more,

than our pens.

A place where our hearts

long to dwell.

  

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The Silence of My Heart

Some say the ripping open, the rawness of our scars creates the writer,

but I prefer the gentle movement of the leaves,

the touch of a soft rain, caressing my face

and ducks paddling quietly across

the slow meandering river,

as I listen to the silence

of my heart.

    

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Rivers that Have Renewed the Earth

It is true that in the absence of sanity, our spirits search

reaching out

for the calm and peace

we once knew,

fortunately

we were never descended

from monsters

instead, shaped

formed from the same rivers

that have renewed the earth

since the beginning

of time.

    

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Sunlight Reflecting on Our Surface

With so many rocks overturned, walls broken within our spirits

we fight for the rain, to bring back our rivers

for heaven to descend,

cleansing our flags,

and hopefully restore

our shattered pieces

or at least have some sunlight

reflecting on our surface

diffusing into the blue

So we create a new flow don’t we?

a deeper journey,

worth keeping

within our hearts

as we become the wholeness

we have prayed for.

    

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