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.
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In our night songs we can move beyond our borders
our hearts overflow with quiet calm
we slip easily
into dreams of peace, and of wings
enfolding us.
Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Once our hearts have known the healing,
embracing ourselves instead of the pain
our poems will flow, from an unbroken stream.
Finding, not losing
who we are.
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My faith tells me prayer should be,
like drinking a tall glass of refreshing water
on a very hot day, or dipping my face
in a cold mountain stream.
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In the winter streams
our bodies shiver, waking
our hearts to reflect.
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Green moss determined not to let go of the rocks,
as the mountain stream rushes by, washing
the smoothness, with liquid strength
and one layer upon another
brings the peace,
as I close
my eyes
dreaming.
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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.
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
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.”
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.”
