Ice Age

Canada and More 220

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.”

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