A slow awakening

A slow awakening

A slow awakening 150 150 Robert Alan Rife

The impatient wind

teases the nostrils

of the promiscuous trees.

They huddle together,

sharing secrets.

The heartbeat of Spring,


from such sporadic arrest,

jumps again to push

the filaments of breath

back into the sleeping army

of dirty, brown grass,

now blushing green.


Forward then, dear soul,

Wind of wind,

Scent of scent,

Heart of heart,

revive your colored memories

and speak of flavored things,

the sky’s delight

the lightning’s embrace,

the now and nocturnal

awaiting to hear

the New of new.


Robert Alan Rife

My friends think me complicated. My employer thinks me talented but at times, troublesome. God, and my wife see me as I am - a philosopher-poet with a rather circuitous journey of life and faith, the music and worship minister at Yakima Covenant Church, a singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, poet and writer. I am a graduate from Spring Arbor University with an M.A. in Spiritual Formation and Leadership. These poems, and my life, are dedicated to those places where life, liturgy, theology and the arts intersect with and promote spiritual formation – who we are becoming. Join me on this journey to word-land. Maybe we'll find each other there and share a story or two.

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