Beyond Words

Beyond Words

In every season there are signs that we are loved,

the gentleness tucked inside

a spring rain,

the warmth of the summer sun

caressing our faces,

the brilliant colors of autumn

inspiring us,

and the quiet of a winter snowfall,

bringing us peace,

all speaking to us,

in a language

beyond words.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, and 2018, ancient skies, originally posted July 2017

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The End of Summer

My Oceans

Wet sand under our feet, as we walk a few more minutes along our beach

wind caressing our faces, and for some reason My Love

the seagulls object to our hand holding,

our salty kisses

as we surround ourselves

in the waves.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Note: We haven’t been to the beach yet this year. We are still hoping to.

As Seagulls Peer into the Waves

Beach Waves

As seagulls peer into the waves, expecting the night to fall,

an older couple refuse to give up their walk

in spite of the chill, the sun setting

her hand in his, still holding

having been through enough hell

to never let go of love

or each other.

Their twilight was always

the most beautiful.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, and revised 2018, ancient skies, Originally Posted August 2016

We Still Seek the Colors in Our Light

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There are times our trauma rips open the sky, refusing to listen

to reason, taking our faith along the jagged edge,

with knives ready, yet we still seek the colors

in our light.

Surprised, we are drawn to the rose tattoos, blue

in the hair and loud guitars. Refusing

to accept the despair or another

tired sermon we grasp

the concert lights

and rock on

believing

in the raw power

that we are not alone

and we’re not gonna die

tonight.

Note: These guitars are very loud. Please be careful with the volume. However, I find the words incredibly encouraging and somehow the raw power fits beautifully. By the way, Jen Ledger is one of the best drummers you will find anywhere.

 

Poetry and Photo © Copyright 2018, ancient skies, Emerald jewelry by unknown artist, music by Skillet, fans of Skillet call themselves – panheads!

Our Most Sacred Spaces

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“Keep close to nature’s heart….and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain

or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.”

John Muir

Our most sacred spaces were never meant to be broken

as if glass could shatter,

becoming even smaller

versions of ourselves,

barely remembering

the wholeness of the forest

and who it was,

that made the Earth.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies