An Evening Walk with You My Love


My Love, as we follow the trail around the lake, take my hand

so we can step over the rocks, finding our way

to the covered bridge, sneaking a kiss

when no one is looking.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies


When Wounded Hearts Seek Refuge


Even with visions of wooden flutes playing softly, and Native Americans resting in their lodges,

the forest becomes truly sacred, when wounded hearts seek refuge, and healing

from the hatred in our world – needing the calm, the covering

presence of the One who made us all.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies