More Animals

 

Had one day of good sunshine and went back out on our greenway system. There is a great horned owl nesting on two babies in a treetop. I have never seen a wild one that up close before. I also got to see some large blue herons nesting in their treetop nests. I did not know they nested in trees!

It has rained so much recently that the water in the river was up and running stronger than normal making lots of pretty unusual waterfalls and waves. A mammoth tree got carried down river and stuck in one of the bridges. Don’t know how they’re going to get that out! Flowers and green grass are coming out and looking beautiful. Have a very blessed day and stay safe. Praise God!!!

Greenway’s Spring

 

My husband and I went walking along our river’s greenway today(the most germ-free place we could find) and took a few photos. Spring is trying to start with a few wildflowers coming out. The grass is starting to really turn green along with the new little leaves on the trees. I like some of the beautiful old trees in winter without the leaves because you can see the actual forms of the limbs and branches. Hope you enjoy your day and take care of yourself. Praise God!

Spring’s Rites

 

Spring’s Rites

Rites of Spring
Ancient as time
Watching Her fling
Her flowers
As she climbs

Higher, Higher
Becoming stronger
As She ascends
Promising the Sun
He may run longer

Across the sky
Holding night at bay
Within his fiery grip
Lengthening each &
every day.

We rejoice
She has returned
Winter had brought
Cold’s drought
We felt as lovers spurned

From her warm embrace
Denied the beauty of
Her face
We now feel entitled,
Must we really battle?

Over these Rights of Spring
Are we forced to stand
Toe to toe
Cajole, implore, as if
With her we are now foes?

No, we had rather
Love
Receive freely the Rights we feel
Are our due
Release our peaceful doves

As Spring returns
our Happy Rights
To enjoy the sun,
Laugh in his warm embrace
lying aground within the sight

of multitudes, gatherings
of happy flower faces
brought forth amid
Spring’s joyful warmth
Nature’s once again reminder
of God’s great & gentle graces.

I couldn’t help taking a few pictures from around town of the first signs of spring. The moss is turning greener, plants are now floating on the water in our wetlands and the animals have started daring to stick their heads out. Even the birds, a few ducks and Canadian geese, have started returning. I always love this time of year. It’s almost like feeling a return of life after the cold of winter. Have a blessed day. Praise God!!

Within Your Eyes!

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Within Your Eyes

Within your eyes the
Stars explode
Within your breath,
Planets turn to spin
Creating a new
celestial choir
never heard before within the
dark spaces of this universe.

Suns bounce and gleam
Around Your head
In your passing, trees
Release ancient root fingers
From rocky soil
Bowing leafy heads to ground
Within your shadow

Dolphins dance on white
Crested wave foam
As you smile down
Upon them
Joy unsurpassed vibrates
The air as you speak
Our names.

Our Lord Redeemer
Once broken, bloody,
Dying on a cross
Now reigning in glory,
Your power on display upon
your Golden crystal throne

Still, you inhabit our
World
Laughing for purest joy at
Each new rebirth
Each reborn child
Snatched out of the
clutches of an ancient,
evil enemy

Your laughter sings about
Our heads
Rejoicing at your precious
saving Grace
Sent to end our pain, wars,
diseases, suffering
And start this, your world,
Anew

Essence

Essence

Essence of blood
Released from
A throne above
Soft, silky to
The touch
But each drop contains
A liquid fire

Burning, consuming, expanding
Enters the human
Heart
Rising, flaming up to
Leap to life upon its altar,
A burning release of passion

Ardor sent from heaven
To awaken the within
Of our souls
To purpose, new life,
overflowing joy dancing
among the flames

Multiplying, intensifying
Man’s weak embers
Into an ever rising
Song-lit flame
To ascend the skies
and join their Savior’s
Red flowing passion

drop by drop
it descended,
those red liquid flames
dripping, covering a darkened earth
hearts revive,
encapsulated by
this merciful King’s gift
within the fire of an
awakened life

Had a beautiful sunrise this morning. Pictures above are of that. Praise God!!

Flowers

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I know this is an unusual subject for a Thanksgiving morning(maybe the cold has got my brain stuck in spring?), but here is a poem for your holiday. Praise God and have a blessed morning.

Flowers

Flowers flitter, float and twist
Spinning at water’s edge
Suspended in fluid life
Until a force, unidentifiable

pushes, they’re caught in
torrents of an energy
Out of control, blindly
Ripping at everything

Multi-hued and rushing
Entrapped in wildly straining
At times, mad
Ceaselessly, rushing waters

Of life, labor, loss, pain
Flowers follow, bobbing
Tossed and thrown
Waters almost overwhelming

Losing a few small strays
Of petals, delicate against
The flow, deluge swirling
Forcing them to dance

At last, the journey’s end
Uncertain, perhaps unsafe
The water tumbles, falls over
An abyss of rock’s sharp edge

The flowers cling, clutch
Tenacious to hold the liquid
Surface, then in faith
They release and reach

For a hitherto unknown
Place, in air,
It lifts, they let go
And rise to fly back home

 

Fire Goddess

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It was beautiful yesterday in my part of the world. The sky was a crystal clear blue with no clouds. The sun was out, and it was cool but not too cool. I could not resist a photo of one of the gorgeous trees. I hope God blesses your day. Praise God!!

Fire Goddess

Tentacles reach
With at first timid
Gestures toward space,
That crystal blue dome
Above the flames.

Fiery red, consuming
Summer’s older green
Pledging life
Although different
Yet just as good.

The goddess blows by
Whispering their names
Touching, brushing
With her burning hands
And brilliance, her spirit.

Consuming flames
Brilliant reds, golds,
Oranges
She touches, flings,
Breathes out her power

Over life, more colorful
Exuberant from her
Passing by.
Her gift of this last glory
Before the cold sleep

Returns to place a
Blanket of chilly rest
Upon the trees, ground
And airy sky.
Insisting on being remembered

She moves on, painting
Slinging bright colors
Unavoidably in plain view
Every warm hue
Possible from an earthly palette.

She will not be
Overlooked, extolling
her beauty without words
she sighs, simpers,
fully satisfied with this self

she is, will be.
We see, enjoy, grateful
For a last beautiful bliss
Before winter’s icy fingers
Destroy her unrelenting work.

We look up. Stay, stay
We beg. Tell us your
Name
Pleading we listen, hoping
To learn what to call

This creator of glorious color
Even if only temporary.
She stops in passing, hesitating
To reveal, at last relinquishes to
Whisper. . . . Autumn.