The Light Was Already Dancing

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As I walked into the woods today the light was already dancing,

filtered through the leaves,

pulling me,

pulling my spirit closer,

into the healing.

I stood for a long time

at rest, confident,

grateful even

that I was part of the earth now,

part

of the light dancing.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies

Note: From my archives.

Words Filled With Light

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When our words are filled with light, they will go on living

beyond the page,

beyond our fears,

beyond our time even,

soaring into hope

and courage

strengthening

each other’s hearts.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies

A Time That Never Was

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So what is our determination? To live as one nation?

Or to sleep with our assault rifles, dreaming of a time that never was, and when not everyone was truly free?

A time filled with black and white TV showing us soap commercials

and that she’s a good wife keeping his shirts clean?

Stop dreaming.

If you really want to live the 2nd Ammendment

go buy a musket.

We’ll all be safer that way.

No one needs

an assault rifle,

no one. Wake up

and smell the coffee.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Sun Delivers a Soft Warmth

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A withered, battle scarred hand reaches into the sky hoping, praying,  to find even a small portion of faith to pull down to the earth. To rebuild.

As if as an answer, tree branches part holding their pose and the sun delivers a soft warmth gently caressing our cheek.

And suddenly we know, that yes it will be alright……someday, just not quite yet……but someday……

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

In the Space Between

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In the space between light and darkness,

as the dawn begins breaking,

there are times we don’t feel the privilege of a new day,

and we still smell the smoke,

or taste the cinder ash

of our dying hearts,

may we always remember

may we hold onto that light

that promises a new day,

always.

      

Note: This is about overcoming sadness.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies