On This Christmas in Texas

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On this Christmas somewhere in Texas, another small child

is locked away

crying, wailing,

wondering

if she will ever see her Mommy again.

Is this America?

She wonders

and begins to cry again

into the empty air.

    

Note: This was very much on my heart. May we always remember the poor and those unable to protect themselves.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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The Day When Thunder Was Born

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Back in the day when thunder was born and lightning let go of the shaking,

we did run with the wolves shoulder to shoulder,

through the forest bending

while the Earth felt our ascending.

Until that day – when violence

entered the world causing

our separation.

Yet some wolves still howl today

lamenting, longing

for their human brothers running.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Happy New Year!

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Happy New Year everyone! No I’ve not had too much eggnog!

Ok, I admit it, it’s not really the New Year quite yet, but I’m taking a little break, and it will be 2019 soon!

And this is a good time to say thank you for a wonderful year. So thank you!

I realize my work is not as popular as it once was, but I’m still having a great time. I love writing even though I don’t make any money from it!

On my break I’ll be spending time with family, and working on my novel that I’ve mentioned before.

I’ve learned and grown this past year so I’m redirecting the novel, just slightly to reflect that.

I need to recharge, and I’m beginning a new exercise program! I want look good for my honey, who I refer to as My Love!

I have scheduled a few posts until I return.

My wife and I wish you a healthy, happy 2019, great peace, and wonderful blessings!!!

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

The Meaning of Rain

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When it rains there are books that call to me, spending an afternoon with Frost, Dickinson, Rumi and Gibran.

And within our teacups whispers of your love for me. Why is it we are so quiet when it rains?

As is if listening becomes more important, as if the silence is sacred in our home.

I can count the raindrops falling, singing their softness, but even their fury

speaks of peace

in the comfort of our blankets

and the beauty of your face gently resting

as we both ponder the meaning of rain.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, 2018, ancient skies

When Wolves Were Still the Elders

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A long time ago, when wolves were still the Elders of The People, there were journeys often taken by humans into the deep forest, in order to seek their advice.

As the young man named Two Wolves, spoke with the Elders he was amazed that they seemed to know everything about him, and that they genuinely cared about even the smallest details.

One Elder, a she wolf said, “It is good and right, for you to be in love with Songbird, never be ashamed of this”. The Creator cared about his love life? Tears came to the young man’s eyes, and they talked for some time.

It was dark and cold by the time the Elders asked to talk to Standing on the Mountain.

They spoke to him as the leader he was. Standing on the Mountain was not a proud, haughty leader.

He was humble, and wise. The Elders complimented him and told him to continue to be the man the people needed as their spiritual leader. “Be the counselor, be the one the people turn to……”

And they asked him to please help Sky – the new healer of the people. “The Creator flows through her, in a powerful way”……

   

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, 2018, ancient skies

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The Christmas Whisper

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She lay awake, next to him listening to him breathe. It was dawn now, and she didn’t want to disturb him, but she really did want to see if it was snowing yet. And it was Christmas now!

As she quietly peered through the window, and into the blue dawn, she saw the wind was up, and carrying the snow almost sideways. Would he like his gift? She sighed, and lay down again, touching his shoulder.

For some reason she needed to tell him how she felt, and she whispered to his sleeping ear, “Did you know you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me……?” She stared at his face, smiling.

He did hear the words, and he let them sink in deeply. It was the greatest thing anyone had ever said to him. He opened his eyes to her beaming smile.

She whispered again, “It’s snowing….”

 

Merry Christmas everyone!

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, 2018, ancient skies

As the Wind Moves Over the Hawk’s Shoulder

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A solitary golden feather is lifted as the wind moves over the hawk’s shoulder.

Chipmunks are breathless as the mountains bask in the sunlight.

Yet the hawk spins his head towards a murmuring sound close by. A lone figure, praying in the shadows of the mountain.

Peace is seldom easy, so the hawk kept silent, honoring his descendants.

Weren’t humans descended from birds of prey?

   

Note: Influenced by Native American creation stories.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies