You draw me closer My Love, to the infinite One
when we close our eyes, we become
the horizon
of ocean and sky
ebb and flow
in the giving and taking
gently touching,
becoming one
we are free,
from time, and space.
And never alone.
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The Earth still rejoices in her children who walk softly,
hopeful,
willing to let go
lifting,
their prayers
to the sky.
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Peaceflow, as if descending from the blue winter sky, calming our spirits,
building our confidence, always speaking
of who we truly are,
while renewing
our strength.
Amen.
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May the depth of our song be remembered, as releasing the wings of our spirits
while feathers in the wind recall cloud songs,
the Earth still mourns for her people,
yet the sky whispers
for a new day,
to awaken.
Poetry Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed,
music by Mary Youngblood
Purple in the quiet night drawing me closer, in silence almost like a prayer
into a peaceflow of color, drawing me
with a calm assurance
of knowing,
knowing after all….
we are spirit created,
we exist,
walking through our space and time
more tangible,
we are….
brightness in that darkest night.
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My heart fills with poetry when I think of love,
my spirit seeks the peace
of healing in the earth,
and sky
always acknowledging,
the One who made us all.
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On a quiet morning, with daffodils tossed in the wind,
and cherry blossoms beginning to fade,
I smell the rain coming, and search the clouds
dreaming of yesterday’s sun,
and some calming
meditation.
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Note: From our house we can usually see the rain coming our way, over the mountains, and we often smell it in the air.
When I walked that trail where the mountain meets the sky
I felt the sun breaking through,
filtering, dancing in the pine trees
and I decided right there
to walk in the peace
I’d been given
carrying the light
of who
I was always meant to be.
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In our grey of isolation green plants and blue skies
become our relatable, our tangible treasure
so that these frames of ours
these empty shells we live in,
can be filled
with who we really are
and the beauty
from the earth and sky.
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As the winter sun deepens the richness
of the blue sky,
pine trees bow, honoring
the peace,
the sparkles
of the freshly fallen snow.
And flurries descend,
floating, swirling
in the afterglow.
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