spring – Rivers Renewed

The Shaping of Our Words

In the shaping of our words…..with our heart moving in a certain direction,

it is possible to make our world

a more beautiful place.

Sense the wordflow,

let boldness run,

and write it all down!

Garden Bouquet

And when the sun did return, God left us a garden bouquet

as a reminder

of Who

made the earth.

When Our Rivers Speak to Us

When our rivers speak to us our words and phrases will flow

from hearts alive with the dance of spring,

and the sun

shining brightly.

Partially Awakened

Partially awakened, from birdsong on our windowsill

a house finch,

the moonlight fading

shadows of green leaves swaying,

I drift off again

remembering how gently

spring brings life to us.

Early Spring Meditations

Light filters through the silence of tree branches,

shimmering on new leaves

as peace speaks,

to my heart

and mind.

Shadows of Small Birds

Shadows of small birds can be seen now, returning to the land

while the sun takes its rightful place in the sky again

and on some days, a cold rain

chases away the snow.

Note: Just a reminder – I’m posting now on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday with a little on the weekends.

Thank you for reading!

Gentleness and Warmth

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The spring speaks softly of gentleness and warmth

allowing our hearts

to feel safe again,

as we open ourselves

to her beauty,

in awe

we receive the confidence

to move forward.

Note: Keep fighting and stay healthy.

Finding Each Other

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I learned how to turn and shape my discovery,

my emblazoned star

into a more pliable romance,

so she would notice me,

and we could both walk out of this mess together,

seeking wholeness. We did find

the right shoes though,

used, but in remarkable condition.

And she spun, twirled

in her cotton skirt,

with the sun in her hair

the scent of lavender

defending us,

and that’s how it all began really,

our journey together.

Note: Sometimes we find ourselves by finding each other.

Spring Liturgy

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As the rain turns to a drizzle, an unexpected liturgy evolves,

with each petal,

of each flower singing

opening with a chorus

to the brightness of the sun.

Springtime so green.

In the Brilliance of the Dawn

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As ice releases its grip on the trees, bands of gold slice

through the forest, quicker than knives thrown,

it is a wonder how hawks can see

in the brilliance of the dawn,

and how the first flowers

can be so brave.

Category: spring