The Prayer Stone

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In search of the prayer stone this morning, there were no ancient sages whispering mystical words from the dark corners of the forest.

And the sun was dull at times, as clouds ceased the calling of flowers, even their strength was diminished. Shadows prevailed.

I closed my eyes, waiting…..and then a glimpse of a word. So I decided to write a poem today…..after all.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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Sunlight Brings the Morning

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Sunlight brings the morning, as the earth awakens

and the depths expand

we stretch

with a sigh of relief breathing

in the peace of the moment

and our confidence

for this new day.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies