The Sound of Bells

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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.


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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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


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The sacred mist rolled in and captured

the shoreline as if to say we are here now,

more real, more tangible than you or I thought

not caring for what we think

yet essentially tied to the core

remembering the first people, holding

on, until the permanent time

when the fire we have started

comes to an end, burning itself out,

as the mist takes over.

It is the end, and yet the beginning.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Reluctant Angel – Conclusion

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As Rev. Jackson walked into the room, he thought he heard music, like a choir. “Is that music I hear?”, he said. Henry Vu turned to the pastor, and said, “Yes Leon, a great miracle has taken place tonight, and heaven is rejoicing.” A huge smile spread over Henry’s face.

To be honest Rev. Jackson was shocked, firstly that the angel looked Asian, and secondly that a miracle had taken place. Henry continued explaining, “See for yourself….Pedro Martinez has been made whole again….” He pointed at the glass cubicle. While music continued from the Angel Command Center, Henry needed to keep the volume down. It was a party of sorts, with a lot of whooping and hollering!

As Rev. Jackson looked in at Pedro, he got the shock of his life, and his jaw dropped open. “He’s awake!” “And he’s moving around, is that a smile on his face?” He simply could not believe that the child was well.

Henry interrupted him, “Listen time is short, the nurse is on another floor and will return any second.” “I’m gaining my strength back and will go invisible again, but I need you to do something.” “I need you to contact the media about this, but not just for publicity.” Rev. Jackson was all ears, listening. “Rev. Jackson, this family has been devastated in many ways, including financially.” “I need you start a fund to pay the medical bills, and advertise it!” “Make it a human interest story!” Now it was Rev. Jackson’s turn to smile from ear to ear.

Both the doctor and nurse came into the room just as Henry Vu faded, becoming invisible. Everything was a blur after that. The doctor yelled, “Look he’s awake!” “We need to run more tests, quick!” Henry, now invisible whispered into Rev. Jackson’s ear, “Pssst, check your coat pocket!” When he did, Rev. Jackson found a gift card from Wal-Mart for $500. “For the family, and their holidays…..” And then Henry was gone.

He flew by the Jenkins house where Linda Cunningham was still talking to Caroline, and they would be, long into the night. The carolers had long since gone home. A video of the future, from the Command Center showed the two women becoming the best of friends. Still invisible Henry said to himself, “Sometimes all people need, is a friend”.

Next he was off to Jerry McKenzie’s house. The wind had died down some, but it was still snowing. He stood in the dining room listening to the wonderful conversation. Angela Cartwright was explaining that she was an Anthropologist, but had been unemployed for more than a year. Sarah Klein and her husband just looked at each other. Sarah Klein asked, “Have you ever thought of moving to Toronto?” Angela said, “No why?” Sarah responded with, “I’m the HR Manager….. at the university…… and well……we need a professor…….in Anthropology!”

Henry would have loved to have stayed, and listen to more. But he was beginning to get instructions for another mission, this time in Eastern Europe. Some refugees were in serious trouble, and Henry started brushing up on immigration laws as he began flying once again.

       I hope you have enjoyed this series! Merry Christmas!

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Dreams of Beauty

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You tell me you dream, of having your hair again

and I remember weeping

over the old photographs,

but now it’s Christmas, and the beauty

overwhelms us, heals the grief

so we can look to the future

with a strength,  we did not know before.

We are healed

and breathing love,

I think your dreams are beautiful

but not more beautiful than you,

so sit with me for a while,

and we can dream together,

looking at the lights,

as I reach for your hand.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Reluctant Angel II

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On his way to Memorial Hospital, Henry Vu received a transmission from the Angel Command Center. As he was flying, he saw the story of the Martinez family. Months of young Pedro being in the hospital had completely drained the family, emotionally and financially. Even with the current health care reform, the Martinez family owed hundreds of thousands of dollars in hospital and medical bills. Medication alone cost $1,300 per day!

Worst of all, young Pedro was losing his battle against a terrible disease. As Henry coasted into the hospital air space, he saw on the video, young Pedro in a glass enclosed cubicle with tubes everywhere. Was that a probe in the child’s head? “God have mercy!”, he said out loud. He decided to come into the hallway invisible, but nothing could have prepared him for the shocking scene, once he looked into the room. There were more tubes in the cubicle, than there was of Pedro. Was it against the rules for an angel to cry? Either way he got out his handkerchief.

A doctor and nurse entered the room as Henry watched, still invisible. They were looking at Pedro’s charts and the machines he was plugged into. The doctor shook her head no, and said, “I don’t like the look of this at all.” “His blood pressure is dropping, and his numbers do not look good.” “You better call his parents, and the chaplain.” “I don’t think he’s going to make it through the night.”

Raul and Maria Martinez were sleeping, but got dressed quickly once they got the call. In a church close to the hospital, Rev. Leon Jackson received a page explaining the situation. Even though the church was in the middle of a children’s Christmas program, he whispered into his wife’s ear, and prepared to leave. His wife Cheryl would ask the church to pray.

As Henry stood in the room, now alone with Pedro he felt unworthy. He knew his instructions, but could he do it? Why did some people live and others die? He heard Gabriel’s voice in his ear, “You can do this!” Praying silently, and still invisible, Henry reached his hand in through the portal of glass, taking Pedro’s hand in his.

As he did, Rev. Jackson was in the hospital lobby, and then in the elevator going up. Henry felt a sudden sense of light come flooding into him. The light became brighter, and then brighter, and Henry could not keep his identity hidden – he was clearly visible now, along with the light of ten thousand suns. No one saw him but Henry was now in his natural white robe, and his wings expanded. The light flooded him, and the whole room – even brighter, and brighter still, surrounding young Pedro’s body with the light from heaven.

The light was shining so intensely it went through windows, walls, and down the hallway, it was burning, a pure white light that could be seen for blocks, out of the 4th story of Memorial Hospital. Several motorists outside stopped in awe, just to look at the brightness, wondering what it was.

Rev. Leon Jackson got off the elevator, and immediately had to cover his face because he was blinded by the light. Were those angel’s wings? “Dear God!” he said out loud. Then suddenly the light went out.

But Henry Vu was still standing there, in all his angel glory, unable to disguise himself due to the drain of his supernatural power. Rev. Jackson took off his hat, and slowly approached Pedro’s room. With his back still towards Rev. Jackson, Henry Vu said, “Come in Rev. Jackson, I have an important job for you to do.” Rev. Jackson gulped hard, and walked through the door.


Note: The wonderful conclusion tomorrow night! Henry Vu gets to see how the different families are doing, and the amazing results of a few miracles.


Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Merry Christmas Everyone!

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From our home to yours, Mrs. Nicodemas and I wish you all the best during this holiday season. May you experience peace, love, good health, and joy, now and in the upcoming year! Many of you do not celebrate Christmas so regardless of your faith we wish you all the same!

In thinking about the year 2015, I’m reminded of the line from Charles Dickens, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” Let’s look forward with hope in our hearts, that 2016 will be a good one.

For many years our family did not celebrate Christmas (due to some wrong thinking), so now we do in a big way! We have taken Christmas into our hearts once again.

Here is some music from Lindsey Stirling.

We wish you peace!


Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

video from youtube, music from Lindsey Stirling

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Reluctant Angel

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He didn’t feel much like an angel. He hadn’t really lived right when he was alive, and didn’t turn things around for the better, until the end. But something did happen to him, and he started caring about people, started doing some good in the world. Then there was the car accident, and now here he was an angel, complete with wings (which he always kept hidden), assigned to the Christmas detail, which was always the toughest assignment.

Originally from Vietnam, Henry Vu had just saved several people from a raging blizzard, and was assigned next, to help Caroline Jenkins and her two daughters, aged 6 and 8 years old. Sgt. Tom Jenkins had just been killed about one month ago, fighting the Taliban, in Afghanistan. His family was devastated. Jessica, who just 8 years old, was talking of suicide, and 6 year old Jasmine, was in complete despair that she would never see Daddy again. Tom’s wife had taken up drinking, which she had never done before, and she was filled with hate for all Muslims, no matter who they were. Henry Vu sighed heavily as he headed their way.

Rather than burst into their living room, as a living light, Henry decided to use some carolers from a local church. Two van loads of people from a church were driving through the area. Henry popped into their van unseen. Sitting next to the driver, Henry whispered into her ear, “Dakota Avenue, we need to go down Dakota Avenue.”

Sure enough it worked! “We need to go down Dakota Avenue”, the driver said. As they pulled up and unloaded, the first house they came to was the Jenkins house. “Let’s sing Silent Night!”, someone said. 19 year old Luke ran up the steps to ring the doorbell, and the group started singing, “Silent Night, Holy night…..”

Inside Caroline was startled, but headed for the door, Jessica and Jasmine ran, yelling, “Who is it Mommy??” Caroline didn’t know who it was, but popped a mint in her mouth to cover the smell of alcohol.

As she opened the door, the music pierced Caroline’s heart with both pain and joy. It was her husband Tom’s favorite Christmas carol. Tears began streaming down her face, Jessica said, “Mommy?” By the middle of the song Caroline broke down, not able to contain the grief any longer. She fell to her knees, crying and wailing.

Henry Vu watched from a rooftop across the street, realizing it was not over yet. The carolers stopped. They prayed quietly, and one of their group rushed to Caroline’s side. Linda Cunningham had compassion the size an ocean, and said, “What is it sweetheart?” The response broke everyone’s heart. “My husband is dead!!!” There was more wailing, Linda held her, and began weeping herself. She knew what grief could do to a person. Linda’s husband had died just one year ago, from cancer.

As Henry Vu watched the two women continue to talk on the doorstep, he received instructions for his next assignment. It was an emergency at Memorial Hospital, and he would have to leave immediately. 5 month old Pedro Martinez was fighting for his life, in the Neo Natal ICU. Henry started that way and said, “This is going to be a tough one.”

To be continued.


          Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Carol of the Bells

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If you’ve not heard of the Piano Guys yet, they have a lot of wonderful music. They should actually be called the Piano and Cello Guys, because the cello is the main instrument focus on much of their music.

      As we approach even closer to December 25th and the New Year, may we continue to remember those around the world that have very little to be happy about. Please give a little extra, say a few prayers, think some positive thoughts for them.

I will be having some more music here, for the next few days.

I wish you peace!


Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

video from youtube, music from the Piano Guys

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Good Angels

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Some people flirt with the demons,

having a conversation, slaps on the back,

thinking it’s cool or neat,

for me there’s too much quicksand to visit,

squirming worms under a damp rock.

I’ll stick with the good angels,

breathing into me, like air from the coast,

showing me the sky, sending me further

into the woods.

Give me a good angel with a broken wing,

now there’s somebody I can relate to,

and we could talk for hours,

maybe even bring some healing

to this crazy world of ours,

as we look out,

over the ocean.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Wildness Hidden

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Sages will tell you, that you cannot break

the spirit of a horse, they simply hide their wildness

until another time, for a mystical world

always praying for nature to win

and for humanity to run free,

but for now, they pretend to be harnessed

hiding their wildness, never doubting

that there is freedom.

Maybe they will teach us

how to live.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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