Oceans will hold, and keep our prayers
as we walk along the shoreline
breathing in the peace
of rolling waves
within the rhythm
more confident we are one,
or at least
more complete now,
and even in our weakest moments,
fully aware of who we are,
and that yes, we are able now
to trust the Divine
we walk taller……
knowing we are loved,
we lift our hearts
to the sky….
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Peace flows gently in the humble heart,
creating a beauty
never seen before.
Run deep.
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I have alot of new readers lately and many of you are international, so I just wanted to say, welcome to my blog!
I’m so glad you’re here! Unless you’re a bully. No bullies allowed!
I have more than 2,600 posts here, mostly I write poetry now. I do write some minifiction.
I love combining the ideas of nature, spirit, wholeness, healing, and how words can encourage us.
Hope is one of my biggest themes! Here is a small sample of the way I write:
Winter peace speaks to me,
within my spirit
in the silence
of the falling snow.
Welcome to Ancient Skies!
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Our hearts opening in the sunlight,
sacred doors,
gateways of the inner world,
unseen
where light lives,
where our spirits run free
and colors shape shift
our creativity.
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Lacking the available thunder, we remain hopeful
surveying the evidence increasing,
we make our case,
giving our voice
to the truth.
(Regarding the Impeachment Trial)
One thing is for certain, and that is that one day the Grandchildren and the Great Grandchildren of some of today’s Republican Senators will ask,
“Why Grandpappy……why…..did you lie during the Impeachment Trial? “Why did you protect such a terrible leader….one who was only concerned about himself??
Why Grandpappy? There will be no good answer, only silence….there will be no excuse…..
What a terrible thing to do. What a horrible way to live.
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A solitary 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 turns his head, to listen to a murmuring sound close by.
A lone figure praying in the shadows, near the top of the mountain.
Peace is seldom easy, so the hawk kept silent, honoring his descendants, he turned away.
Weren’t humans descended from birds of prey?
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Influenced by Native American stories of creation.
Healing is such a powerful force, especially
when we forgive
moving forward,
creating a new path
forged in beauty
instead of pain.
Life changing.
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Having spoken to your brokenness and commanding it to heal
you found your very own strength,
never assume though
you have to be all together
to be filled with love again.
You know your beauty,
who you are
and who you were meant to be,
so let it shine.
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As the winter sun deepens the richness
of the blue sky,
pine trees bow, honoring
the peace,
the sparkles
of the freshly fallen snow.
And flurries descend,
floating, swirling
in the afterglow.
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Hope runs strong in the heart broken,
yet searching the horizon,
believing in the healing
with a measure of success,
plundering
the kingdom of despair.
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Rivers Renewed 