Green leaves, turtles in the pond sticking their heads
just above the water, and an owl at sunset objecting
to my feet walking, a stick snapping, stepping
over a tree down, and yet
I wonder if the forest will remember
how warm the summer felt, and autumn
bursting, and the beautiful
rain, washing us.
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It was cloudy today as the sun rose, but I was amazed
at the beauty of the day yet to be discovered,
and I was astonished with a sense, that we all
have something, to write about.
Where is your sun rising?
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“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, let there be light, and there was light.”
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quote from the NIV Bible
In the beginning there were only the plants, and the seas,
teaching our spirits yet to be born, to reach
up, and to reach out. As an after thought
people were invented much later.
And the earth still longs for us,
to learn the ways
of the plants
and seas.
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When I look up and search the heavens I don’t see a face
smiling or angry, but I do see the spirit of all
that was made, still strong in the branches
of the pine trees, and there is
something encouraging
being said, as the light
shines straight
into my soul.
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While rock bands scream that there is no Madonna
and the talking heads mumble they’ve never seen a miracle,
the creation quietly waits for us, with silent petals opening.
Streams dance, and oceans crash – declaring the truth
that we are loved, eternally.
And every day is a miracle,
for those with eyes that can see.
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Few of us will live long in the fog, although some like to visit
the mist. But as we yearn for life, we look up, search
within, and ponder the shape of the clouds,
it has always been about the sun,
as we ask, for a little more
hope, a little more
understanding.
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If we walk softly in the spiritual places, we can hear the faith of others,
and our condemning them will be erased, dissipating into the trees – with the balm
of compassion. We were never meant to be judges, only seekers
walking our trails in the woods, with occasional streaks
of light, and with hearts willing to listen
to the signs we are given.
Do you hear them?
Look for the streaks of light,
and the reflections.
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The Creator left an imprint on your heart My Love,
no wonder
you carry so much light around.
And I love your smile.
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As I wander through the woods, a light rain
begins. You were here once singing
to me of weeping.
But now the nuthatch darts
from branch to branch, and a dove
coos softly in the distance, where
is his mate, his love?
Circling the pond, a turtle boldly pokes his head
breaking the surface of the water
and I realize, it’s ok now
to believe we are made,
and to know
with confidence.
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“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Rivers Renewed 