streams – Ancient Skies

In Our Night Songs

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.

The Unbroken Stream

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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.

My Faith IV

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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.

Winter Haiku

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In the winter streams

our bodies shiver, waking

our hearts to reflect.

Moving in the Stream

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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.

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.

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