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.
Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies
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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Sky reaching into our spirits declaring
the beauty of our world
in the simple movement
of clouds,
and birds
in the tapestry of blue.
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In the beginning blue was made, some say it has always been,
and the sky received the glory, with the ocean becoming an even deeper blue…….
until there was green……enriching all of the earth.
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Note: original art by Dale Chihuly.
As the wind moves through the trees a robin is released,
and a sparrow takes flight
while beautiful songs travel
into the blue sky.
And a dragonfly hovers,
watching me.
Note: This came to me on my front porch today.
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