As the Wind Gently Whispers

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As the wind gently whispers through the pine trees, I often think of us

when we were young, allowing the lake to pour

into us, and God’s light was bright

 back then, for both of us,

as if I was awakened

 for the first time.

       

Seeing you, through living leaves, and your reflection

 in the water, made pine trees and the oaks, seem much more important

And now I love how the pines still speak to us

confirming our love, and that we are part

of a larger plan, as our lives

complete their blending.

      

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Mental Health Awareness

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Remembering the hospitals of years ago, and the horrors, she was scared at first to get treatment. But the doctors and her family seemed right. Was it true? Maybe her thoughts were more than just dreams, maybe she was too high. But she was torn and deeply saddened, by the reality that nothing had gone the way she planned, she cried often. Her spirit was broken into pieces.

But she borrowed strength, wanting to bless others, so she held onto her faith in God, through her tears, she took her medicine. But what she cherished most perhaps, were the visits and the hugs, from her family and church friends. And somehow deep inside she knew, it was going to be alright.

She knew deep down, she was loved.

    

Mental Illness Awareness Week is October 2-6th of this year, and September is Suicide Prevention Awareness Month. Please bring love and hope to those with mental illness.

For more information: www.nami.org

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

A Softer Sun

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As a softer sun spreads gently over wilted flowers,

the bees are no longer visible now, hunkering

down in their nests, and geese murmur

in the bay, resting from their journey.

You and I whisper in the early

morning, as we place

another blanket

on the bed.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

Our Ageless Prayers

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As our ageless prayers maneuver beyond our fears, we can begin

to blend our peace as a trickle. Streams will begin and form

into hearts, as nations care more about people

and suddenly there will be a new ocean

with compassion, being restored

to the earth.

It begins with a trickle.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

Huddles

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As the leaves begin to change and the sun begins to back away

it is that time again, for men everywhere to yell,

jump up and down, hoot and holler

at the completed 40 yard pass,

inside the ten yard line

first and goal.

      

Meanwhile she looks at us, waiting for what we promised

her time with us, with a movie so we can watch

and cry, and laugh, holding hands,

Nicholas Sparks.

      

Don’t ever forget men, who you truly love,

and that cuddles beats huddles

every single time.

    

Poetry © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

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