Memories of quiet moments drift within our depths,
whispering within our spirits,
until we draw a deeper breath,
hopeful
and strengthened by the peace
we so very much long for.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
Memories of quiet moments drift within our depths,
whispering within our spirits,
until we draw a deeper breath,
hopeful
and strengthened by the peace
we so very much long for.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
Perhaps if we walk a little closer to the light,
we will see the path,
leading us
to unity and life.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
Writing through pain and tragedy is one of the most difficult things a writer can face. How much do we say or not say?
I like you, feel things deeply. And the last week has often been horrific, hasn’t it?
It would be easy for me to rant against far right extremists. They have caused so much suffering and pain.
And yet right now I am grieving, and standing with the people of Pittsburg, and the Jewish community there. I simply can’t write a poem about nature at the moment.
May the One who made us all, comfort all who are grieving.
Amen.
The flowers are for those that lost loved ones today.
This is too important of a time to be silent. I will be writing more about this historic time in the future.
We must each do what we can to make a difference.
Peace to each one.
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Standing on top of the mountain he could see so many wounds now
on the earth as if people had allowed faith
to pass through
without paying attention,
so the paths overgrown
disappeared,
though he often
respected the candles
he walked beyond what had been
letting go of tired sermons,
the worn out reaching
but he never lost himself,
instead
within the light bathing, the songs
of the leaves
the forest spoke to his heart,
that he was never
alone.
Not ever.
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Etched within the blue, sacred moments,
as if we really belonged there
or we prayed that way
when we were young,
yet we breathe in now, the clouds
seeking safety
desperately hoping
our souls will not be counted
as spoils of war
as our democracy fades
from the trees.
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Lying and fear often make difficult lovers
and even worse neighbors,
preferring themselves instead
of another,
so we pull back
our tenderness don’t we?
At least until we feel safe again
we pretend not to care.
Yet within our scars
builds a determination
or something
vaguely seeming to be hope,
so we press forward again,
straight into the wind
and then
we go vote.
Note: Please remember to vote on November 6th. We need to each do our part to help stop the madness, and strife.
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More than a subtle healing, autumn
has a way
of simply
taking our breath away,
strengthening our spirits
to run with the wind.
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Within our ruins, silent prayers for courage
to overcome the rubble
to pursue the healing
even through the graveyards of betrayal
we hope
to find the morning light
while rebuking
the ghosts
of the night
still lingering.
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Hey y’all this is a quick update from the front lines of my wife fighting cancer (for the second time).
Many of you have been asking about her, thank you! We are so wonderfully blessed by your prayers, blessings, well wishes, and positive thoughts!
She has finished the first round of treatments, and the mass in her chest (inside at the rib cage not on her chest) has become smaller! Yay!
That’s the good news. But something is still there, and only a special scan will tell us if there is still cancer.
We have to wait though because the treatments she received are still working to fight this menace.
So how do we stay very much in love with such a big challenge? To be honest it’s easy, but we do make more of an effort to be with each other. After all, in many ways love is a choice.
We talk a lot more, about everything. And sometimes we hold each other and don’t say anything at all.
Our hearts are warm on cold nights.
Just being in the moment and being together has become more valuable than ever.
My wife and I could probably write a book on love over 50, and in overcoming health issues. But that would be another post, and probably another website all together. 🙂
Thank you again! We wish you peace.
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All it takes is the light of the shimmering lake,
to wash me clean
from the scars of the city,
sensing quiet in my spirit,
restoring hope
within my vision.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies