Get behind me my love,
and I’ll protect you
from the wind.
And don’t worry
they can’t mow us down,
anymore. We are simply,
too beautiful now.
So what are your flowers saying today?
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
The strength of a flower is not only the stem,
but in the opening, the making of ourselves
vulnerable. Soil and roots to keep us steady
but may we always be in love with the sun,
receiving the light most glorious.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Don’t follow the crows sweetheart
there’s nothing down there except despair
put the hawk back on your shoulder,
and remember the dove placed
in your heart. You know your spirit
is not limited. Soar once again
above the ruins, turning your back
on bitterness.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Yesterday I shattered the 1,000 posts barrier! Wahoo! Can you believe it? I don’t normally share about stats, but this is one I am very happy about. Why so many posts, and why write so much? I just love to write, and I’m very blessed that someone out there enjoys reading it, so thank you!
In the beginning I wrote a lot more fiction, primarily about First Nations/Native American people. I love writing historical fiction this way, but the focus of the blog changed and I began writing more poetry. For some wonderful fiction (as I pat myself on the back) you can search under some of the people’s names I created, such as Thunder Speaking, Cricket in the Meadow, Sky, Talking Eagle, and many more.
I also wrote some fiction that is more contemporary, including “The Escape” series which had a sailing theme. But I also learned how to keep fiction short, and some of my favorites are “Popcorn and Tattoos”, and “Friends”.
I’d also like to mention “The Last People on Planet Earth” series, which I think is my favorite. It was difficult to put into a blog format though, and really needs to be a book.
And I love your work! That’s another reason I keep going. You are wonderful artists, photographers and writers.
Thanks for reading, and I will keep writing, especially poetry.
Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Are we still loved in the midst of the storm?
the desolate sky not answering, without rain
maybe a cyclone you never made
or a typhoon. Some say hang on
but they don’t feel the busted knuckles.
All we really need for a shield,
is to close our eyes and believe
that there was love in the first garden
and we were made with strength
unseen. We are loved
and deep down
we know the strength.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
I needed an extra ray of light that day
an infusion to set a balance,
dizziness toppled. Have you
ever needed some extra
light? to encourage
your mind and to set
your heart free?
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
A poem by Meister Eckhart
What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.
I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.
We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.
Poetry by Meister Eckhart (1260-1328)
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
It’s true, my love for her can get mystical
one look from her, that smile,
and I’m done for, traveling across the ocean
what is my name? as I drift through the clouds,
a right turn at the moon. But then her voice brings me
back down to earth, a touch, as I whisper
in her ear. Our lips searching though,
starts me floating again
feet barely touching
the ground.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
A poem by St. Teresa of Avila
How did those priests ever get so serious
and preach all that
gloom?
I don’t think God
tickled them
yet.
Beloved – hurry.
Poetry by St. Teresa of Avila (1515-1582)
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Fiction inspired by facts.
It was dark, it was damp, and cold. Nothing could be heard except a drop of water dripping from somewhere, once every few seconds. Was He dead really? Yes a number of people had handled His body, and they did not see Him breathing. His skin was cold, blue, and as hard as a rock. Wounds no longer bled.
But at some point, here in this cave, the earth began to shake, and somehow there was a light that pierced the thick walls of the cave. Heaven opened and broke down the doors of death, while angels sang. The intensity of the light was so bright nothing else could be seen, but the great work of restoration began.
His skin began to soften and what was left of his heart and lungs was made whole. A heartbeat, His first in days, shook the ground like thunder, as the demons fled. Pumping now, blood flowing, and then it happened………He took his first breath, or His first new breath. The stone was rolled away, with the light from inside bursting out.
It was from this point on that His followers would never be the same. Peter told Him three times he loved Him, undoing the denial. It is reported that Thomas took three days to recover from touching the Savior. He was in shock.
One thing is for certain. They spent the rest of their lives declaring:
HE IS RISEN! HE IS RISEN INDEED!
Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Rivers Renewed 