Happy New Year!

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Happy New Year everyone! May you have good health, peace, and prosperity this coming year! I think we are all hoping and praying, that 2016 will be a good year for our world.

I wanted to thank you all for a great year of blogging here on Ancient Skies! Thank you for all of your wonderful encouragement along the way. Your presence here, as you read my work, is truly a great blessing!

It seems like I just started but it was the summer of 2014. There are over 800 posts on the site now! For those that are new, there is some fiction including historical fiction about First Nations people, a series centered around sailing, called The Escape, and more recently the Last People on Planet Earth series. And there is plenty of poetry!

I look forward to seeing more of your work!

Here is my version of getting rowdy tonight, but please, please, fasten your seatbelts, hold onto your chairs, and be careful with your ears! The group is Switchfoot.

Happy New Year!

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

video from youtube, music from Switchfoot

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

A Work of Art

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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.”

Ice Age

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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.”

The Deer and the Waterfall

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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.”

Destiny

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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.”

A Moment of Silence

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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

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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.”