When they were younger the meadow always seemed to hold so much promise. They would sigh and dream of a simpler life. Perhaps they could trade the jingle of a few gold coins, for the peace that passes all understanding. Could they live here, farming, and be connected?
Yet time wore some holes in their clothing, and the vision of the meadow faded. The oak tree, and the wooden fence seemed to get lost in a fog. Wars raged on the outside, death was pushed back, but the scars on the inside were too immense. What they needed was an angelic army.
It took them a long time to realize their own strengths, and that peace becomes so much more valuable, a treasure really, when you have lived through the fight, pushing back time.
And now that they are older, they sigh more deeply, holding hands realizing, they have always embraced….. the meadow.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Rivers Renewed 
I adore the surreal nostalgia of this poem Nic, it’s very beautiful.
Thank you Holly. I really appreciate your wonderful comments. Peace.
Peace to you, and a joyful Easter week.
Happy Easter!
Thank you my friend!
Oh, lovely! 💖
Thank you Trini! Looking back and seeing what we have learned and the deepness of love, can be so positive if we allow it to be. Peace and have a wonderful Easter!
Yes!! 😊😊. Happy Easter to you and your lovely wife too! 🌺🌼🌸🌻
Beautiful how you led through the development of perception of two people.
Thank you Erika, I find I can say more writing this way. Peace and have a wonderful weekend!
I agree! This opens up a picture where the reader can wander through! Happy Easter weekend to you too, Nicodemas!
Blessings.
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greetings
Thank you Lis! Peace and blessings to you.
AWESOMENESS!
Thank you Lionel! Your comment is wonderfully encouraging. Peace and be blessed.
Beautify perceptive!
Thank you Connie. Sometimes we can learn by looking back, and then looking forward. Peace to you!
So true!