Seeing Clearly

I’m not sure when it was that I could see clearly for the first time. Yet the mountains showed me so well of how I was formed, my spirit taking shape. I began on this earth reaching up,

my hand almost touching. I wanted to touch the clouds. There were wings back then, but my brother and sister hawks were not made yet. It was later I was given a physical body.

It’s amazing what you can see…. in the mountains.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Soaring Above the Tallest Trees

When our prayers fall short failing to reach the eagle’s wings, or of reaching our highest mountains,

our visions seem lost but not forgotten. But a stronger heart has learned surrender

each river washing our eyes, clearing our hearts as our spirits begin to see,

and soar above the tallest trees. Knowing, recognizing

all is not lost.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017 2021, rivers renewed

As the Wind Fills My Wings

When I write of peace and poetry,

my heart is quickened

as the wind fills my wings,

strengthening my wordflow.

I sure do enjoy writing like this, as you probably know! It is my art, but more than that, it is very much who I am…..as I share pieces of my light. My intention is to encourage both you and I.

Please understand though that when I write of overcoming pain and suffering, it doesn’t mean that I am going through anything at the time. Yes, I write from experience, but I do not write as a therapy.

I simply create, often praying about what I should write. And when I do or sometimes even before I even get to that point, the words just flow through me, in varying degrees. That’s how my poems are created, and how I came up with the term “wordflow”. Maybe you write poetry like that too.

As a side note, I haven’t started on the renovations of my site yet, but I will soon! I want it to reflect more of who I am now.

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

Where the Oak Leaves Whisper

20190507_133410

On the trail that day, in the wind, where the oak leaves whisper, shadows of wings covered him, from the sky…

yet he was never afraid, even with the distant sounds of singing, of chanting and drums, he noticed shadows shifting,

so he stopped with a poem nearing its creation. Sitting on a large rock with prayer beginning as a spring,

light flickered and when he opened his eyes he found…..

he was the river, after all.

     

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

How I Feel About My Wings

100_1056

Well I do believe that I am lifted, and encouraged by having wings and yet in these times of smoke and ruins,

they’re actually essential for our very survival….not the dark wings of course, formed in fire,

and the storms of our scars, but the wings shaped from the earth, and sky and oceans, blended…

so beautifully with our heartsongs.

Some say rivers are more powerful, but I’m not sure that’s true. Both can run through us and within us

bringing us hope in supernatural ways……

Ain’t that amazing??

     

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Writer’s Wings

20190915_155510

Even when I’m folding my wings I’m very aware

of the wordflow waiting…

phrases seeking

another river,

another poem

from within my heart.

      

I’m grieving like many of you over the deadly racism in the United States.

Do we have a right to criticize other nations? It’s a sin really from our very beginning.

And I also grieve for how the far-right is ripping us apart. Caring more for their assault rifles than they do for people.

Closer to home my wife needs further treatments for cancer. The last round was not enough.

There will be more aggressive, more invasive treatments and that means more horrible side effects.

And we had a cousin die recently…..from cancer. This was the cousin that had the big family gatherings every year…

for Thanksgiving and Christmas. We’ve eaten at their home many times. He was in his forties, married with children.

I’ve shared these things because I’ve had the wind knocked out of me like I wrote in yesterday’s poem.

No, I don’t feel a need to stop blogging. I still have plenty of wordflow…….somewhere, but I’m grieving.

I just need some restoration, with my wings folded.

     

Poetry, Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies