The Strongest

Winter Trees II 014

The weapons of our warfare are not physical

sharpening swords with the stone of anger

only leads to blood on our hands, desperate.

Some though walk the darkest paths,

alone trekking through the forest of grey rain

grabbing for the light, hand muscles

a stronghold without expectations,

artful practicing of love, extending forgiveness

yet not stumbling into the dark, never

listening to the mocking of crows

suffering but at least attempting

to believe they can do it.

These are the strongest,

they will always be

the strongest.



Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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


9 thoughts on “The Strongest

      1. Sorry for the delay in response as that was a very good article. Almost healthy again from a cold but wanted to say you are very welcome and I always appreciate your blog posts and comments!

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