The strength of our healing will never come from our shields,
or our bows launching
instead we will walk in a new light lifted
from the power of our flowers
and from the peace
of our streams,
flowing deep
within our spirits.
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Mystical waters flowing through a wooded dream, carrying
my spirit infused
within the peace of spring,
into a green world
my heart reaches up
as my hand
reaches for my notebook,
phrases sing
and a poem walks boldly
into this new world,
completed.
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No longer deceived by the wounds, she could walk
beyond the dark forest, fully
accepting the sun and the wonder
of it all, how green
brought joy within her,
in this miracle
of the new season.
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If peace is a river, why do the nations rage?
perhaps we are still broken, needing the gentle rain
to wash us, and our new soil
preparing us for
the resurrection
of spring,
a sense of hope
healing the deepest parts
of our spirits.
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In the changing of the leaves we never think of decay,
only of a new life lived
more beautifully.
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Even though our dogwoods have faded, and the tulips
have disappeared, we can look forward now
to the iris, and the gardenias.
And there is always new life,
after the old
has passed away,
a promise
that strengthens us.
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As our spring brings new life, and the poetry we so desperately needed
rises as a Phoenix, the words will surprise us, taking us,
farther than we ever could have imagined,
up and beyond, straight into the heart of God even.
But only if we have eyes to see
our own wings
living
in our hearts.
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It’s the hope that keeps us going
as the warmth increases
and the frozen is defeated,
we know all over again
the reason for the beauty
that we are part
of the bigger picture
and there is always life
after the winter.
And then…
we can press on.
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
When your light exploded,
within my heart,
the sun was born,
life began,
I knew I was free,
chains melting,
loneliness conquered,
no questions,
only answers,
I did exist,
and a sunrise was reaching me,
everyday,
a river of light,
flowed,
never ceasing,
filling me with hope,
all beginning with the birth,
of the sun.
It was you,
and the power,
of your love.
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
Cathy and Cory didn’t bother with eating, until after the baby was born. They both watched from the doorway of Jennifer’s room, and saw Jacob (from the side) make his grand entrance. It was the most beautiful event Cathy had ever seen, besides Cory being born. Everyone was in tears.
She took Cory and backed away, having long since put the gun back in her purse. They retreated to the kitchen where they found some fresh fruit, and cheese in the fridge. There were also some left over blueberry pancakes. A little butter, and maple syrup, topped off their feast.
When Jeremiah did pass through, Cathy stood up and tried to apologize, but he was still too busy, and put up his hand to say he couldn’t talk. She was still kicking herself, and was wondering how she could fix this. She needed to stay here, for her sake and for Cory’s. Emotionally she was near a collapse, and all she wanted, was to retreat to a bed.
It was Miriam that first made the move. She came into the kitchen to introduce herself, and Cathy simply couldn’t believe how tall she was! After talking just a few minutes, and exchanging names, and handshakes, Miriam said, “Cathy you do not look well…..” “Would you like to lie down?” Cathy jumped, at the chance, “Yes, that would be wonderful, I’m exhausted”.
The house had five bedrooms, two downstairs and three upstairs. Downstairs, there was Jennifer’s room, and a room they used for storage. So Miriam took Cathy and Cory upstairs, to a beautiful spare bedroom, that had a desk and chair, near a window. “The sheets are clean.”, Miriam said. Cathy asked Miriam quietly, “Can I hand you this, (it was her purse) I don’t want anything to do with guns anymore.” Miriam understood and shook her head yes. Cathy didn’t wait to change her clothes, she plopped across the top of the bed, and was out like a light. Cory said, “Mommy’s plain worn out!”
Later that night, the house was quiet, except for Miriam and Jeremiah talking in whispers, in their favorite place, bed. They loved to stare at each other, lying on their sides, face to face. Miriam was thinking about kissing his freckles again, when Jeremiah said, “It’s getting kind of crowded, in the house now Miriam”. He was saying it with a smile. Miriam, smiled and shook her head yes, as she leaned over and kissed his cheek.
He continued with, “And you know, it will be difficult……..well you know…….to make……..to make a lot of noise……” Miriam covered her mouth, holding back a laugh, and said, “Shhhh!” When she knew she would not burst out laughing, she managed to say, “I’ll meet you in the lab building……upstairs tomorrow…..shhhh!.” He was laughing now, and he knew there were some really nice, comfy chairs in the room. He started grinning from ear to ear. “Cool!” was all he could say.
At about 4:00 am, Miriam woke up, hearing the baby crying downstairs. She tiptoed down in her slippers and pajamas, to help Jennifer. After Jennifer fed the baby, Miriam put another log on the fire, pulled a rocking chair close to the warmth, and began rocking Jacob, back and forth. Jennifer was grateful, and fell back, sound asleep. Miriam thought about her own baby girl, growing inside of her, and began singing a beautiful lullaby to the both of them……….in Amharic.
To be continued.
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
Rivers Renewed 