In the heart of the earth the creation groans
at the sins of humanity, shaking, moving lava forward
forming the rock of the oldest prophecy
pushing up a being – towards
the surface until they are born.
A heart begins to beat,
cooling on the surface.
A wounded creation man or woman
but never forgetting the connection to earth.
Scars and yet bringing healing
with words and a spark
growing wings towards heaven
and loving all humans
They lift their hearts to their upward calling, asking
for a sign, opening their laptops, they begin
to write, to encourage us through
the scars not forgotten.
And the earth never forgets,
while the heavens behold her glory,
and the mystics and sages
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”