walking – Rivers Renewed

Raven’s Wings

Raven’s wings flutter in treetops now

as I walk in the cold grey forest,

the absence of color

foretelling,

of the coming winter weather.

Woodlands Walk

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Sunlight gently danced on wind tossed leaves, as he made his way into the cool calmness of the forest,

the safety of the earth awaiting. And in knowing the trail, his spirit was always refreshed.

The Early Morning Light

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In the early morning light, leaves speak of peace

and a gentle rain

while a bumble bee hovers

watching me, as if I was intruding.

A chipmunk darts, when a pair of wings opens

and hops from one tree limb to another, hopeful.

“Will you release your prayer?” the crow seems to say,

I realize in the early morning light, of the deep forest…..

it is time.

Whispers at Twilght

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Dreaming of words quietly spoken,

echoes from the two

our hearts made alive

through whispers

in the reflection

of twilight.

The Healing of Spring

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“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul alike.”

John Muir

Allow yourself to drink in the strength

of our spring air,

and the time

for your spirit

to breathe, to become

quiet again.

A Quiet Spirit

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Surrendered moments within the depths of silence, the forest

a sea of green holding

our thoughts and prayers closely

as if we were filled now

with a quiet spirit.

Walking in the Wildness

As the March wind blew through the pine trees,

I held on to my hat and realized

I love walking in the wildness,

the tossing of tree limbs,

the roar of spirit

within in the abandonment of ice,

and the freedom we call

spring.

The Doves in the Morning Light

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When I see the doves in the morning light, I know there is still

some tenderness in this world, a gentle strength,

they encourage faithfulness, don’t they?

Yet I see their determination

to be vulnerable,

and to be

together.

Note: Based on a poem called “The Doves”, posted May 2015

Walk Tall My Brother

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As the forest drew me closer, a hawk landed

on a tree branch close to me,

turning his head he said,

“Walk tall my brother,

feel God’s strength in your bones today,

and His light in your spirit.”

And with those words I breathed in the strength,

of the One who made me.

Where the Healing Speaks

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When my spirit is burnt by careless humans, I take what’s left

to the side of the mountain, preferring

the shadows of ancient prophets,

and the adventure

of words divine.

Where the healing speaks

to all of me

in the forest, be whole

my child,

and my heart flows

with restoration.

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