In that day when warfare is the ruler, the sovereign thief
stealing, destroying what we do know,
our spirits will often lead us
into winds changing,
pulling us into the kingdom of blue skies,
into something new,
a sense of a spring forest
exploring, restoring and changing
who we are.
Not the wiser,
maybe not even stronger,
yet a new creation
in love with a sense of living…..
of a new adventure.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies
Note: It’s ok if our faith changes due to the ruins of our lives. It’s really ok, and a very real part…… of our survival. It is ok.