You and I on the Ridgetop


On the ridgetop you and I could see why prophets weep over the valley,

and the strength of rivers reaching

into and beyond the dry bones.

Even today the tribes still seek

the safety of stone

a sacred space

to keep all their prayers.

You cried a little

when you finally saw it.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

33 thoughts on “You and I on the Ridgetop

  1. Your poem, Nico, makes me think automatically of the last song I sang with a choir in 2017: “Ossements desséchés ” ( Dried bones, stand up )) inspired from Ezekiel 37, 1-14.
    In friendship

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