We Bend Our Hope Towards the Sun


We have always been strengthened by our fields of tulips blazing,

our vision restored

we bend our hope

towards the sun again.


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The Rebirth of the Earth


Weep not for the soil overturned,

a sweet, delicate renewal

since the most ancient of times

confirming our calling

to pick berries in the fields

we are strengthened,

we are filled

as our spirits



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I Love the Wildness in the Wind


I love the wildness in the wind, buffeting

as it roars

through the pine trees,

threatening us with snowflakes swirling,

moving the branches of the oak trees

as if to say winter never left

us at all.

I simply smile remembering

the flowers, and the light rain

that washes us,

and the brightness

of the sun that embraces us,

the new life born again, after

the wildness in the wind.


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The Darker Rain

When our trauma turns our view, slanting

the sky, releasing the grey within

cracked vessels, we often listen

to the darker rain, as if

there is a deliverance

in the mist.

And yet

having survived the false prophecy,

the breakage of our story

the empty dictators

of self speak,

we discover the desire

for a simple light

and for a sky

that speaks to us,

of a new story

not quite so broken.


Poetry © Copyright 2018, ancient skies