Streams Meditation

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Streams often meander, turning, descending,

flowing into our beings,

blending

strengthening our rivers,

our thirst for spirit satisfied

our dreams for refreshing

being answered,

until oceans fill us

encompassing even sunsets

over the waves.

Wordflow.

    

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

By the Stream

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By the stream, a catbird calls for its mate either angry or in love, in the brush of leaves

and branches. And the blue jay bullies the sparrows, taking over their nest, while in the sky

a hawk loses the fight with a group blackbirds. Perhaps the hummingbird knows

best, by being too quick for any to really see him, and the sweetness

of flowers has always been less hostile

than stealing eggs.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Renewed

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He gives strength to the weary

and increases the power of the weak.

Even youths grow tired and weary,

and young men stumble and fall;

but those who hope in the Lord

will renew their strength.

They will soar on wings like eagles;

they will run and not grow weary,

they will walk and not be faint.

Isaiah 40: 29-31

       

Quote from the New International Version Bible

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Hyla Brook

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A Poem by Robert Frost

By June our brook’s run out of song and speed.

Sought for much after that, it will be found

Either to have gone groping underground

(And taken with it all the Hyla breed

That shouted in the mist a month ago,

Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow)-

Or flourished and come up in jewel-weed,

Weak foliage that is blown upon and bent

Even against the way its waters went.

Its bed is left a faded paper sheet

Of dead leaves stuck together by the heat-

A brook to none but who remember long.

This as it will be seen is other far

Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song.

We love the things we love for what they are.

         

Poetry by Robert Frost

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”