I saw some stars again tonight, looking up
I was expecting God to speak
did you know He shapes
our heavens? shaping
little pieces
of light
piercing
our endless nights.
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Month: September 2018
There Are Poems Still Forming
In those lines where our borders are broken and despair
seeks to laugh at us, there are poems still forming
stirring our spirits, so we can launch
our prayers
into the autumn colors,
and beyond.
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Over the Oceans
When we cast our prayers over the oceans, will the waves remember us?
And will the wind be able to cleanse us pushing through our grey
shadows in order to bring the refreshing?
hopefully our words will catch wings ascending
beyond the clouds where our voice
will be heard, and our spirits
lifted. At least
we hope so.
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Faith is the Bird
“Faith is the bird that feels the light when dawn is still dark.”
Rabindranath Tagore
May the wings of faith awaken us
pouring hope
and love
into our hearts.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies, quote originally posted November 2016
Pink, Purple and Sometimes Blue
Lush green, with colors bursting in the sun
pink, purple
and sometimes blue,
all declaring My love
for you.
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We Attach Ourselves to the Sky
Spirits with heart wings, we grew in desolations
refusing to yield to the darkness, we attach
ourselves to the sky
with bare hope as our thread
to at least something
more tangible
more beautiful
than who we are
in the daylight.
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The Crow Calls to Awaken Me
The shadow of crow wings fall
on my shoulders
as a grasshopper takes off again,
from the tall grass,
a few more steps and the crow calls
as if to awaken me
looking up I realize
brother sun
is in both our eyes
filling us
with courage.
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The Heart Song
In the focused breathing of our humble frame, we can draw in
a sense of peace, and our spirits can take wing
soaring within the heart of the mountains
being filled. And yet do we have the eyes
the heart song
to see the One?
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The Washing Away
Our lives are more than what happens to us,
and the washing away
makes us
even more beautiful.
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The Love She Carried
The love she carried was just so devastating,
she was afraid
of losing herself,
hair a mess
fake eyelash falling,
who was she now?
yet he never took from her,
he only gave,
and gave again,
and again and
again.
He simply gave to her.
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Rivers Renewed 