When I whispered into the woods today,
into the peace,
into the quiet waiting,
poems escaped
and prayers took shape lifting themselves
far beyond the tallest trees,
and I realized I was filtering
through the sunlight and the shade.
We need both really
to understand
our own
heart language.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Rivers Renewed 
So wonderfully said again, Nico!!
Thank you Erika for your encouraging comments! Peace and have a wonderful week.
Thank you, have a good rest of your week too, Nico!
Heart language, I like that ☺️
Thank you Jay! Peace and wonderful blessings.
Beautiful, Nicodemas 🙂
Thank you Irene for your wonderful comment! Peace and be beautifully blessed.
Peace and blessings for you too, Nicodemas.
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Wonderful!🙂
Thank you so much! Peace and great blessings.
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Always so beautiful! Blessings, prayers, and peace!🙏🙏✌
Thank you Vera! Its good to see you again. Peace and wonderful blessings.
Thank you!
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“prayers took shape lifting themselves
far beyond the tallest trees”
Gorgeous poem, Nico. Peace and blessings to you.
Thank you G for your wonderful comments! Peace and blessings to ya.
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Lovely, as always
Thank you Leyla! Peace and great blessings to you.
So beautiful 👍
Thank you so much! Peace and wonderful blessings.