The Light was Already Dancing

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As I walked into the woods today, the light was already dancing,

filtered through the leaves, pulling me,

pulling my spirit further

into the healing, I stood

for a long time at rest, confident,

grateful even, that I was made,

part of the earth now,

part of the light dancing.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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Our September Prayers

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Our prayers will be a little softer now, our spirits

letting go of the heat of summer

we turn instead, breathing the incense

of leaves, and the earth discovering

her own passion.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Thoughts About the Left

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We are so divided, what do we tell our children, our grandchildren, when they are old enough? I think I will tell them this:

I would rather sit at an outdoor café, sipping some wine, or a bottle of water, talking and disagreeing I’m sure, maybe even arguing quietly, with a group of leftists.

We could break bread together, while slicing some cheese, or snacking on some peanuts and granola in a bowl.

I would rather have these discussions at the café, sipping and snacking, than to hear the horrific sounds of black boots marching with shouts of hate, looking for a war behind every tree. Yes, I really would.

At least that’s my opinion.

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies