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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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
In love it’s not about us
it’s about the other
giving
of ourselves
a sacrifice.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
