My Oasis

from sahara desert dream

When I was a barren desert My Love, I searched for you in every corner

holding sifting sand, parched,

burnt out, not realizing

you were my Oasis, and what I needed

were your rivers of living water,

pouring over me, washing


my life,

until I was alive

once again.


Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

image from Sahara Desert Dream via google


Sweet Dreams

In our dreams, our minds begin their journeys,

bringing us to castles, and hawks

and light drifting, flickering

down empty corridors of stone

and perhaps a lover’s breath

on our cheek

to hide us from the dragon’s wrath,

as our spirits learn to rest

we breathe easier.

Sweet dreams.


Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies


Riding Along the Edge

There are times, when we are filled with faith, that we ride along the edge

of revelation, preferring the jagged edges of our own mountains

rather than the comfort of frozen temples.

So we pick ourselves up, scraping off the mud,

embracing the lines of cliffs rising, realizing

it is dangerous to trust anyone

we can’t see.


Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Rivers, Wings, and Locomotives


Blogging is a locomotive. There is tremendous power in the force of our blogging engines, and in our steam. But sometimes we can be caught up, in that strength, that speed, and it needs to slow down. For me, I was beginning to lose a sense of who I was.

Whatever it is I’m doing now, with the balance of life and blogging, it’s working for me. To be honest I have no idea how I did so much in the past. I’m not a professional blogger.

And yet, writing is a river. We can let it flow through us, and in us. For me it is something I was meant to do, I guess you could say in a sense it is a type of calling, not in a weird way, but I just know it.

But the most important part of us is our wings. We soar so beautifully because we were meant to. You don’t think you soar? Yep, you do – we each have a spirit.

So my locomotive is still there, and running smoothly at the correct speed. While I thank God for the river He has given me, I can sense my wingspan expanding. I can now walk with joy, and confidence.

Thank you for being on this journey with me. Peace.


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