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.”