A closer walk within the wind, discovering the pre-dawn of winter
where prayers guide us through
the stillness of trees
gifting our spirits
with a sense of quiet,
a stronger muscle,
and lungs unafraid to breathe
through all our questions.
It is winter
and our boldness will see us through.
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We often live within the memory of the oceans, don’t we?
with every silent dream,
all our whispered prayers
as the water draws us
even farther along
allowing our spirits to stretch out
over the sparkling water
under the expanse
sending light deep within
who we always were,
yet with a new revelation.
Sea water.
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Hope ascending, as we consider
poems and prayers
and sunlight
glistening
in the clouds.
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Since we are no longer held by the darkness that covers
our poems can fly now
within our prayers,
released finally
towards the sun
from the wings
of our spirit.
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Memories of quiet moments drift within our depths,
whispering within our spirits,
until we draw a deeper breath,
hopeful
and strengthened by the peace
we so very much long for.
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All it takes is the light of the shimmering lake,
to wash me clean
from the scars of the city,
sensing quiet in my spirit,
restoring hope
within my vision.
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Slowly, as the dawn breaks through our broken night
do we accept the vision
or do we flee
like a blackbird
escaping the light?
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Sacred rivers carry us to a place
where our souls are at rest,
shaping our words with more,
than our pens.
A place where our hearts
long to dwell.
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My spirit wings are always made stronger,
able to fly further
as I breathe in the forest
and as light
dances on the water.
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Currents, running deep beneath the surface
in stillness,
the lake remembers
our need for prayer
in a world of anger
we can still discover
the peace of the lake,
and the wholeness
of the quiet
within.
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Rivers Renewed 