snow – Rivers Renewed

When Pine Trees Hold Our Prayers

When pine trees hold our prayers, peace falls

quietly through the forest

in the whispers,

of snowflakes.

In the Quiet of the Snowfall

In the thrill of winter’s breath and the quiet of the snowfall,

I listen for the healing of nature,

the wholeness

of my spirit,

believing both

are not far away.

Motivated, I reach.

When the Heart Speaks

When the heart speaks of the need for quiet and rest,

are we listening

do we see peace,

as a strength?

Early Morning Snowfall

Counting our wounds seldom brings the deliverance,

yet the silence

and quiet

of an early morning snowfall

will go deep within us,

falling

in that sacred space

of healing.

Snow Dreams

As we drift into our snow dreams, God speaks in the whisper of the winter wind,

in the white mist of night covering

the waiting tree branches

outstretched,

with a certain peace descending,

our hearts awaken

in the morning,

encouraged

by the silence,

of beauty.

Note: It didn’t snow last night but I sure wish it had.

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…..

Pieces of Our Heart Song

Softly and gently pieces of our heart song cling to the corners of snowflakes lingering, floating

phrases tossed and spun, in the velocity of the wind,

until

we remember.

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.

The Sky Began Breaking

The sky began breaking as a few persistent snowflakes descended mixed with rain. I carved another arrow, while My Love shifted slightly in her buckskin, placing more wood on the fire crackling.

The horses next to our lodge, snorted their steam, anxious to return to the valley. I knew it would not be long until our band of brothers tracked our food in the snow. Then bows pulled in breathless silence….

I woke up with a start, sitting up realizing it was all just a dream……with the one I love breathing quietly next to me. A picture of beauty and peace.

Yet I could have sworn I heard……the thunder of hoofbeats in the distance…..

Note: This is fiction, and poetry.

Deep Within the Winter Forest

Deep within the winter forest, pine trees sway, while chipmunks burrow

a little deeper

as God speaks, in a whirlwind

of snow.

Wholeness, in the winter silence.

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