When we look at the horizon
and beyond the lights of Christmas,
we will see a new year being born
an infinity of possibilities.
The old passing away, but this time next year
what will we see? Will faith be burning?
will the past, our right now,
be nothing but grey? Or will there be sunrises?
I’m praying for peaceful horizons,
and that hope will live,
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”