The Earth Seemed Young

The earth seemed young back then, primal somehow, when I began

searching through those deep woods trails

the earth veiled in a cloak, I already knew though

the certainty of owls wings in the night

that mist will burn away,

and that the Almighty declared….

we were never alone.

We each will find our way.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2015, revised 2021 rivers renewed

Note: Pieces here originally posted in 2015

Strange Things

I know it’s strange to hear from me this time of day but some strange things are happening. First I have felt pulled, or actually drawn to particular faith based topics. This has not happened in many years!

Yet, I find myself searching, meaning spiritually. This is very unusual.

I won’t bore you with details, but I will say I can’t stand most churches. Ok that’s out now. Tradition and liturgy are ok though.

I have no inclination to write anything political, and fiction is out of the question, because I’m still recovering from the fall that occurred almost 3 weeks ago!

Add to that I have dealt with chronic pain for the past several years, and lately it has been real bad. So bad in fact, I’ve actually thought about not blogging anymore. Weird!

And when I think of that, I always, I mean always, have a poem stirring within my spirit. What? Is writing a calling?

And the Vietnamese angel Henry Vu is so tied up now in Washington D.C. trying to protect our democracy, he may never be available to visit with us.

Gosh, so many strange things……. and yet there is always the dawn.

Writing and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

The Winter Sun

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The winter sun follows me now, as I make my way through the woods

waking up the bare limbs, moving slightly with the wind speaking,

whispering true, that shadows never bind us,

and that the cold air

is a strong arm – against the night.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

I Don’t Know What Happened

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I don’t know what happened. I was minding my own business, when suddenly

the poetry filled me, taking over my pen, rising into my eyes,

filling my heart with light, so now I can see clearly.

Was it faith? Was it overcoming depression?

I don’t know, but one thing I do know –

I will allow the poetry to live

in my pen, releasing

an ocean into

my soul.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies