On the trail that day, in the wind, where the oak leaves whisper, shadows of wings covered him, from the sky…
yet he was never afraid, even with the distant sounds of singing, of chanting and drums, he noticed shadows shifting,
so he stopped with a poem nearing its creation. Sitting on a large rock with prayer beginning as a spring,
light flickered and when he opened his eyes he found…..
he was the river, after all.
Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies
Beautiful!
Thank you Lucy! Peace and have a great week.
How beautiful
Thank you D.A.! Your comments are a blessing. Peace and wonderful blessings to you.
Many blessings always ❤😊
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Simply beautiful for so many reasons
Thank you K.L.! Peace and wonderful blessings. Have a great week!
Thank you so much! I’m in WA visiting my son, daughter-in-law, and grandgirl. It’s a grand week! You have one too…💚
Awesome. 🙂🏔🏞
Oh, I love this…”he was the river after all. “ Beautiful ❤️
Thank you Sue! I had fun writing this. Peace and wonderful blessings.
Blessings ❤️
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Divine 👏✨
Thank you Karen! Peace and wonderful blessings. Have a great week.
It was not oaks’ voice but the river’s one from the well to the immense sea.
In friendship
Michel
Thank you Michel! Peace and wonderful blessings to you and your family.
Life is more enjoyable when we can be adaptable and dynamic, like a flowing river. 🥰
Yes, so true. I had fun getting a little mystical with this one! Peace and wonderful blessings to you.
So very lovely! Love that last line 💗
Thank you Katy! Peace and have a wonderful week.
LOVE this 🙂 ❤
Thank you M.B.! I really enjoyed writing it. It was actually fun! Peace and wonderful blessings to you.