spirit – Rivers Renewed

The Wholeness So Elusive

The wholeness so elusive is not hidden in the dark,

yet sometimes in the beauty of the night

we find ourselves through

our tears

and our prayers.

Each Particle of Light

Each particle of light sent to illuminate our healing,

a gift given,

always increasing

our wordflow.

Light seldom has……only one direction.

Finding Myself

When I lose myself in the maple trees, I find myself

looking up, beyond what I know

beyond what I can see,

and for a brief moment

I am spirit,

reaching

into the sky.

Heart Songs Remembered

As I walk through the woods now, there are so many maple leaves descending,

oaks leaves spinning

floating,

finding tree bark to hold onto

then falling again.

Others refuse to let go

shimmering

in the soft autumn sun.

And I realize I’ve known so many heart songs,

of prior seasons…..of heartbreaks,

opening, bringing in the light

gliding into open spaces

and guiding me

with phrases.

So I wonder, and I look forward to

the heart songs

yet to be discovered.

Autumn wordflow.

We Find Ourselves

In our quiet moments we find ourselves at peace

no longer bound by who we were

with a stronger sense

of who we are,

a confidence now

in who,

we can become.

Softer Layers

I write from softer layers now, preferring the warmth of the sun on my cheek,

filtering through the trees, and layers too of leaves transforming

filling my heart, moving my spirit

into a gentle wordflow.

Ghosts and Monsters

Do not be alarmed when you see a shadowy figure glide quickly

through the trees in a dense fog. They are never malicious,

simply wounded spirits seeking to ease their pain.

And monsters?

Well…..

that’s a different story.

The Encouragement of Peace

In our peace flow we are encouraged, having embraced our strength, we know now

that there is a safe space, that our ruins will not live in us

or define who we are. And we can become after all,

who we were always meant to be.

Amen.

Autumn Meditation

In my meditations, the wind was moving softly through the trees

speaking quietly of sacred space, so I lifted my heart

receiving in return…. the shape of a poem,

and a heart filled

with peace.

The Intensity of Autumn

The intensity of autumn with the softness of the sun,

with the coolness of the air,

were always meant to inspire,

to refresh our spirits,

moving us

forward.

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