Floating

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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.”

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Not Tickled Yet

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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)

Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Happy Easter

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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.”

I Will Just Say This

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A poem by St. Teresa of Avila

We

bloomed in Spring.

Our bodies

are the leaves of God.

The apparent seasons of life and death

our eyes can suffer;

but our souls dear, I will just say this forthright:

they are God

Himself,

we will never perish

unless He

does.

       

Poetry by St. Teresa of Avila (1515-1582)

Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Creative Heart

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The creative heart usually gets crushed

dreams broken, not really feeling like the sun

illumination defused into a million pieces.

Yet somehow we always manage to turn

ourselves into a brilliant phoenix reborn

life from the ruins, colors again

becoming an intense beauty

shining into our art, and writing.

This always amazes me.

Our hearts, our souls,

on fire.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Friday Night Culture – Faith

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It is Good Friday. This weekend millions of people around the world will celebrate Easter, some in a secular way, but many will have faith burning brightly. And Easter in many places is a part of our culture.

But I hesitate this time of year, and at Christmas, because this is not a faith based blog, and it never has been. Many bloggers are much better at sharing their faith than I am. This is a creative writing blog, that’s the way I have designed it.

I also tend to be very accepting of different views. The fact is, I love and respect all people, and I love different cultures, and I always will. Sometimes I would rather talk to a Buddhist, than a fundamentalist Christian, depending on the people of course. That’s just who I am.

Experiencing love and compassion within a faith though can be so beautiful. I have selected two songs that I hope you will enjoy. They are heart songs really, of looking for the One who made us.

I know in my own life there have been a number of times, I have felt very alone, and even for forsaken, especially in the past several years, but faith and the love of my family keeps me going.

I’ll be posting some more this weekend, including some ancient poems which I love.

Happy Easter everyone! And regardless of your faith, I wish you peace!

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

videos from youtube, music by Kari Jobe

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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