meditation – Rivers Renewed

Renewal Meditation

Once our hearts have known the healing, embracing ourselves

instead of the pain, our poems will flow

from an unbroken stream.

Finding, not losing

who we are.

Note: Originally posted 2017.

Spring Meditation

Peace draws close to a quiet heart,

a heart willing

to listen

and receive.

What is your spirit telling you?

Note: I will be taking a blogging break, to work on some projects.

I will be reading your beautiful posts again on Wednesday.

I’ll be sharing some previous work all this week, until Friday.

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

Spring Has a Way

Spring has a way of infusing us with greenery and sunlight, walking by streams

of hope once eternal, and in a way,

in an almost tangible way

we believe again

in the unseen.

Oceans Remembered

What I remember most about the ocean is that you can let your spirit glide out over the surface of the water into infinity,

or is it that the infinity is within us? Either way, with the ocean and the rhythm of the waves, both are possible I think. And somehow

the concept of God

is unmistakable.

Softer Breath with a Quiet Step

A softer breath with a quiet step, as I move through the morning forest,

the brutality of winter removed

I now listen

to the new life born,

the rebirth of the earth

recovering.

In the Silence of the Woodlands Snow

In the silence of the woodlands snow, the dawn emerges blue

and all I can sense besides a sparrow,

is God’s presence moving

through the trees,

so I lift some quiet words

as a prayer…..

Even In This Wildness

Out in the snow today, swirls capture my attention, putting a smile on my face,

for the wind has a lot to say, and even in this wildness

I sense a strong peace

beginning.

Peace Brings the Wings

Peace brings the wings, we so desperately hope for,

embracing,

a sense of knowing really

we are spirits,

inside these frames.

Blue Winter Sky

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.

The Gentle Whispers of Pine Trees

When hope seems distant or only vaguely held as a shadow, I remember

the gentle whispers of pine trees

and the beautiful way

God moves through the forest.

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