How You Choose to Strengthen Us

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Abba, I’d like to write about more than flowers, and love

but then again

that’s where our strength

comes from, or how you choose

to strengthen us

here on earth.

   

Note: Abba is Hebrew for Dad or Father.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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Harbors Hold Us Anchored

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Harbors hold us anchored, but only until we are brave enough

to admit we needed the rest, and until we seek more

than just the wind. A deep knowing that our hearts

are renewed, by longing more frequently

for the setting sun.

    

Note: My friends I am seeking a deeper rest

but to be honest, I often wonder how.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Cold Waves

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Cold waves marking us, pushing us to the shore,

or perhaps to the safety of a rock layered island

until we can gain our feet again.

   

There are tough times that we don’t understand

pushed to a deceptive safety, but we can

grasp at stone, and slip

maybe even fall

when bravery isn’t true

or when we allow our spirit to drift

over the waves.

   

We can lose ourselves, only to find

we are reinvented.

  

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies