renewal – Rivers Renewed

Mountain Morning

It was sunny and crisp in the mountains this morning,

in the sacred silence,

I found a way

to walk softly

upon the Earth.

Only a Thin Veil Remains

Only a thin veil remains My Love, as the sun brings warmth in the morning,

a curtain of light covering over our summer dreams,

only to reveal yellow roses in the garden,

where you and I are refreshed

by the crisp, cool air.

Reflecting Light

As light reflects on the ocean’s surface

so too our spirits reflect

the light we’ve been given,

shimmering

so wonderfully.

The Light Was Already Dancing

The light was already dancing as I walked into the woods today,

filtered through the leaves pulling me,

pulling…. my spirit further

into the healing. I stood

for a long time at rest, confident,

understanding finally

I was made,

part of the earth

part of the sky,

the sea.

And everywhere,

part of the light dancing.

Autumn’s Glory

In the refreshing of autumn’s glory, he found he could write again,

a poem began forming,

turning, quickly blending

with his heartsong.

Sacred Space

It is in the quiet of the heart, where peace lives flowing,

where strife is defeated, and breathing

is centered light,

a place, a space

known only by prayers

our mumbles hallowed

and spirits listening,

to the sacred

unseen.

Emma held the light of dawn within the palm of her hand. Turning it, this way and another she separated the ball into two, allowing it to infuse both her hands and down into her arms. She believed in God, but where was He when we were hurting?

She was more spirit now, than bones and skin, and yet she was hurting all over. The light continued its warmth through her and questions faded, while grey pain morphed into blue. A blue from the sky?

It was only beginning, this journey. The blood of Palermo would fade, and she realized she was being made new every morning. Wings began to thicken, becoming more than barely visible membranes. It was impossible to tell who she would be later this year.

She sighed looking out over the foothills, just north of Milan….searching, yet at peace.

A Stream Flowing Over

When my mind is still, my heart can listen, a silent warfare against the noise, the disturbance of a distant wind.

I will never understand the whirlwind, but in the forest there is shelter, a wholeness waiting,

saying, “Here is the way”. A softer tone, a stream flowing over,

and sending me into the far away,

and back again, at the same time,

drifting, and following the light

through the trees,

allowing my heart to listen.

When I am still, I am alive.

Rain Falling

The wind called me outside today,

the rain

falling through the trees

dripping off the leaves,

refreshing me.

Late Summer Meditations II

One golden leaf translucent from the sun, nearly transparent, a thin remembrance of prior glories. Is it stuck in the tree avoiding the final fall, the fall of no return? Or is it only last years’ forgotten memories of brilliance?

The wind shifted and the leaf finally did fall. I couldn’t help lifting up a prayer for the ending of summer, and the beginning of autumn. Let us begin again.

Tag: renewal