It’s when we are the most fragile,
that we carry the greatest beauty. Learning
compassion through the rocks
trials always painful, but giving us shape,
fire and sand making us stronger,
so we can look in the mirror,
smile with a sense of peace,
knowing we are even more now
a beautiful work of art,
with our colors flowing,
making the world
a more beautiful place.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
When the Ice Age melted, the Garden began to shine
but what do we do when our source is frozen?
when there is no sky, and all we can see
is ice. Do we fold our wings and wait until spring?
Do we build a wall and call it our home? No.
Even an eagle knows, a simple song can lift us,
perhaps we should sing to the mountains or
the sun, or sing to one another, like the first people,
like they still sometimes do, in Africa or Costa Rica
our hearts can soar in a song,
melting the Ice Age, carrying us
back to the Garden. Lift your wings,
stretch your voice, and be free.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
When the deer return to the waterfall
it is a matter of trusting – that they will be
refreshed, that gentleness will win
the hearts of men, and that violence
will be defeated. That life will continue
along with the seasons,
that there will be the young
to grow and to learn,
under the protection of the sky.
Drinking in the promises
of another day, a new
beginning, knowing
how to trust.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Our destiny was never about living in the mist
being covered, confused by the fog,
we were meant to live in the mountains
following the light of our birth, always
moving forward and forgetting the pain
going higher still, the sun in our veins
breathing the air, with eyes filled
seeing the hope of the earth living.
So when the trail gets tough
or doesn’t make sense, remember
the sunlight, remember your destiny,
remember who you are, so that you can dance
on top of the mountain, being the person
you were meant to be.
Remember.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
As you know, there is normally a lot of noise in heaven, and a banquet feast is given. The angels always smile at the surprise of new arrivals, when they see who is there with them. There are so many different kinds of people! And there were some that surprisingly were not there. Some religious people never made it to the table.
The poor were there, the neglected and abused, as well as the broken hearted. Many thought they didn’t even have a chance of being there, and yet here they were. On this night though, as they all sat down at the table, an apostle asked if they could have a moment of silence.
He said there was one group not there, that could have been. They had chosen the wrong path. As each person bowed their head, they knew who it was. The one group that would never see heaven’s doors, besides those that had raped and murdered, were the racists. Those that had hated, and caused so much destruction, and had reaped what they sowed.
So briefly at the table, there was a moment of silence.
Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
When it rains it means books to me
spending the afternoon with Frost, Dickinson,
Rumi and Gibran, whispers of your love for me
floating in the air. I can count the rain drops
falling, singing their softness, or the fury,
when it pours, thinking of blankets and hot cups
of tea soothing, filling us
with the wonder of closeness
drawing us to what is important,
perhaps it is, “The Road Less Traveled”
but it is so beautiful when I look at your face
on a pillow, as we listen
to the meaning of the rain.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Sometimes the best revenge is to keep living
letting our culture flow, like the Lakota
and the Cheyenne, not rejecting forgiveness
allowing ourselves to feel compassion.
The Buddha never drew a sword,
and the Messiah is still waiting for us
to throw away our weapons and become
human. We need to flow and hear
the sound, of rainbows talking.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Creating from the colors implanted, we give
from our sense of wonder and into the flow,
even if we do not realize our source
is from the One who made us
allowing us to take the credit,
sharing in, and yes enjoying our creation.
We are creators giving, and reflecting His image,
creating something beautiful.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
As our TV screens grow dim, never ceasing their hum
and sports become only highlights, there will always be
a walk worthy of our time, not leading us to the basement
but under the covering of the sky, with the earth
as a foundation, lifting us, our pulse recovering
leaving the desolation of isolation, knowing we are one
that we have come from the same family
relating to each other as people, and thankful
for the rivers.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Ghosts don’t mind the sound of bells
reminding them of easier times, of joy
a church with a wedding, a ship guided
safely through the fog, along with wood creaking
brings a sense of hope. But some ghosts enjoy the grey,
waiting for a warm fire in an empty house
absorbing the silence, the lack of a body,
to care for. Most of them though, long for eyes,
real eyes, veins pumping real blood
so please don’t laugh at them when they search
for a body with a pulse, and for bells,
reminding them of easier times.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Rivers Renewed 