peace – Rivers Renewed

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.

A Walk in the Snow

It amazes me how a walk in the snow….can quiet our spirits,

encourage our hearts,

and bring clarity

to our minds.

Maybe God,

is in the silence.

Whispers of Snow

Whispers of snow quiet my spirit, so I let go of my burdens by releasing a prayer

and somehow, in looking out of my window,

I recognize this feeling….

the peace

I used to know.

The Writer’s Winter

Like many other writers, he refused to see winter as an old grey barn,

or a frozen field abandoned,

and in his walks he really did get infused,

his spirit was lifted.

And he used his wings

to write it all down.

The Space Between Our Scars

The space between our scars was always meant

to open up the light…..

into our darkened fragments,

never to leave us alone

wondering.

It was always light bending

to make us whole.

Note: Influenced by Rumi but the poem is mine.

Snowflakes Decorate the Dawn

Poems often whisper from the echoes of our heart,

as the wind moves me,

snowflakes decorate the dawn.

Wordflow Resting

Spirit poems and the shape of our prayers,

will be much more beautiful,

so much stronger

when our bodies and minds

are at rest.

Wordflow resting.

Note: I’m on a one day blogging break, and will return in a day or so.

Peace.

Healing from the Sky

The clouds spoke to me that day bringing me a peace,

and a sense of wonder,

an in filling of spirit

of what I used to know…..

as wholeness.

Healing from the sky.

Seagulls Hover, Floating on the Wind

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Seagulls hover, floating on the wind mostly white wings,

dipped in black

ignoring the shadows of the coming storm

I turn to My Love and her eyes are closed,

as she whispers a prayer

and I realize, perhaps comprehend

the peace of the waves,

and the healing

of a blue sky

yet remaining…

Cloud Dreaming

As clouds drift in the endless blue, I lay my head down,

in the softness of the tall grass, dreaming.

I see visions of a peaceful world

of gentle moments in villages

meandering, along the river

a peace of green,

lovers undisturbed

where sky and earth embrace,

their people.

Such a long time ago.

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