renewal – Rivers Renewed

In the Warming of the Sun

In the warming of the sun, we are our partially ecstatic and partially free from despair,

so we hold spring close to our hearts, wanting to believe again

and hope begins, or something like hope,

breathes into us.

New beginnings do restore us

don’t they?

The Healing of Spring

The fragments, the shattered pieces of our inner rooms, will seek their own healing

when our minds turn to the sun,

and our eyes take in,

the encouragement of a flower.

Sometimes,

all we need

is one.

And the light dawns,

that we are made too.

Spring.

Happy Easter

Today around the world, millions of people will be celebrating Easter, a day to celebrate the risen Christ, alive forever more! It is a beautiful day. One of hope and triumph over death and evil.

I have such a beautiful group of readers from across the globe, with different religions, and some with no particular religion. I love the diversity here!

Thank you so much for reading and being a great part of my blog.

Happy Easter!

P.S. The vaccine is here, spring is here and it is such a time of hope right now.

Wishing you peace and beautiful blessings.

Quiet Harbor

In our search for a quiet harbor where our hearts can rest,

we want more than just the unseen, perhaps simply

to know ourselves, or just know the quiet

we have always longed for

and then,

and then for sure

our strength will return.

Note: Based on an earlier work.

Raindrops Tumble

Raindrops tumble through layers of new leaves,

as birdsong from hidden branches,

makes it’s way ascending,

as if the heavens needed a few more hymns

to celebrate

the new life of spring.

Partially Awakened

Partially awakened, from birdsong on our windowsill

a house finch,

the moonlight fading

shadows of green leaves swaying,

I drift off again

remembering how gently

spring brings life to us.

Shape shifting into that wolf he used to be, or even the lion made of fire and stone, produced nothing more than comical lyrics and dreams of hunting with dull knives instead of that line, that phrase he had called forth, the one on the tip of his tongue, he could almost taste it….

he refused the temptation to allow despair to take him down, to allow the lancing of his pain, the calling out of anguish using poetry as way of defeating. No.

His muse must live…..but he refused to share her nakedness, her bare soul, the broken body from chemo and cancer, the legs he adored now whittled down, he would not go there, if he did he would not live there. Crushed.

God spoke and he listened. The warm embrace of nature began with a soft sun…..melting the ice. And rain, one of those beautiful life giving rains. His arm. A pen on paper.

And life began again, somehow. Spring.

Note: This is fiction. My wife is taking chemo but we are ok.

In the Dawn Over the Lake

In the dawn over the lake, crows break the silence with their morning gossip,

as the steel grey slowly releases

the blue,

and the green of the shoreline.

I take another breath,

copying the dawn releasing

the worries of this world.

Spring bringing freedom.

Early Spring Meditations

Light filters through the silence of tree branches,

shimmering on new leaves

as peace speaks,

to my heart

and mind.

Healing Flow

The depth of our pain will not determine the shape of our poems,

or the ascending of our prayers

when our hearts allow love

and healing

to flow once again.

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