Speak the Healing

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May our sages and poets speak, with a prophet’s calling

bringing forth the best from our souls, and may our eyes be filled

with the light that heals, even the most broken

of hearts. May we speak

the healing.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

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Something on My Heart

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I have something on my heart I’d like to share. When I began blogging I did so for one reason, and that was because I love to write. Once I started though, a second reason for blogging developed. I was amazed at the wonderful art, poetry, fiction, and photography that is within this sphere of wordpress.

Your work amazes me. Your work inspires me. And since I am an older guy, and because I have from the very beginning received so much encouragement from others, I try to do the same in turn.

There have been times when my presence, or my leaving comments on a site, has been misinterpreted. And you know what? That hurts a great deal.

I have never been flirtatious, and I have never followed a blog for inappropriate reasons. I am a gentle, loving person, simply being friendly. Perhaps I was raised to be this way. And even though I am not perfect, I love my wife more than anyone on this planet. She is the love of my life, and I am not interested in anyone else.

In fact, if you are an attractive female, I thought 2-3, or maybe 4-5 times before I ever hit the follow button. Usually you liked my work, and then I checked out your site.

I have unfollowed sites that seem to focus on soft porn too much. Sometimes there is a fine line between art and the too risque (my opinion only). Yet, I try to remain open, and I purposely follow people that are very different from myself.

I have learned a great deal from you, regardless of your background or creed. One of my hobbies is to study cultures, and different faiths.

Unfortunately I know what slander can do, and so these words have been on my heart for some time.

Thanks for listening, and reading.

       

Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Defeating False Prophecy

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Please don’t speak that false prophecy over your life again today,

you know the one – that says you’re no good, and it’s another terrible day.

Speak life and peace instead, and your heart will rise again,

sunshine will fill your eyes, and you will see

from the mountain tops

once again.

Beyond your wildest dreams.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

I Don’t Know What Happened

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I don’t know what happened. I was minding my own business, when suddenly

the poetry filled me, taking over my pen, rising into my eyes,

filling my heart with light, so now I can see clearly.

Was it faith? Was it overcoming depression?

I don’t know, but one thing I do know –

I will allow the poetry to live

in my pen, releasing

an ocean into

my soul.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Winter Arrives on a Fast Horse Breathing

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And somehow winter arrives on a fast horse, always racing when we are not ready

lungs of the white horse heaving, legs and chest storming, calling forth the strong wind

never considering the leaves, or the joy we felt with cool air,

instead stomping galloping over the dead colors,

bringing in the reign of the artic.

Perhaps next year we can relish the autumn

just a little bit longer until the fast horse

breathes

down our neck again.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies