beauty – Ancient Skies

The Quiet Spirit

The quiet spirit carries a sense of oceans running within,

unlimited beauty

yet peaceful and confident,

expecting even stronger poems

hidden within,

the restoration

and rest.

America the Beautiful

We have such a beautiful country, don’t we?

The other day my wife and I were driving near our home when we noticed a woman walking, dressed in traditional clothing, perhaps from Africa.

Yet Africa’s not country, did you know that? There are many countries,

thousands of cultures and languages there. And this lady was wearing some beautiful clothing, with bright colors.

And later in the day My Love and I were on our front porch speaking of love and whatever the future holds,

when a neighbor walked by with her grandson. She’s a good neighbor, and from Indonesia.

Such a beautiful country we are.

Well unless you consider…..the militias. The ugliness of far right extremists, in love with their assault rifles,

intimidating voters, spinning bizarre ideas, many hating brown or black people.

Stop the far right extremists, stop the hate, stop the lies.

Keep America beautiful,

and free.

VOTE.

Tapestries

Our tapestries are not made from our battle scars or tears,

but from our courage,

the audacity to survive,

in the refusal to give up,

we somehow learn to create

new beginnings,

as if it was spring again,

with purple infusing our being,

we build something beautiful

once again.

Note: I will never thank God for my wife having cancer, only for the courage for both us to survive.

Wordflow Resting

Spirit poems and the shape of our prayers,

will be much more beautiful,

so much stronger

when our bodies and minds

are at rest.

Wordflow resting.

Note: I’m on a one day blogging break, and will return in a day or so.

Peace.

Still Waters

When we acknowledge our need for rest,

a quieter version of ourselves

we honor our bodies,

and spirits,

and embrace restoration.

In Each of Our Hearts

In each of hearts lives the love, the flow

to create another poem,

to write beyond

what have always known.

To bring healing, and

amen.

The Gift of Tigers

She always loved how he carried the Gift of Tigers…his roar

against the night, permeating

her being down to the bone,

his courage running through her veins,

never dominating.

And he loved the strength of her stride,

the ability to tread on serpents,

her supernatural smile,

how so often she could walk

through the fire of chemo and cancer,

while casting fear off both of them,

with the heart of a lion.

Gifted, both of them…

in each other’s love.

Breathing Life Back into Us

Our peaceflow will restore our sense of who we are,

breathing life back into us,

bringing back visions

of who we want to be,

rebirthing in our spirits,

what we once called…..hope,

strengthening us

within.

Note: I’m observing a day of rest starting late this afternoon, for about a day or so. Peace.

When Light Breaks Through

When light breaks through the heart of a writer,

a new path opens

where there was none.

And sometimes the light

for the path was there,

yet we had forgotten

where to find it.

The other day when I wrote, “Modern Love”, it was a real breakthrough for me, not because it was something new,

but because I used to write that way alot. I love writing minifiction. And in spite of everything, in spite of living in the middle

of a pandemic, my wife having cancer again, in spite of working long hours sometimes, I can still write like that,

and yes poetry too. I was encouraged and light was breaking through in many beautiful ways.

Thank you for reading!

Healing from the Sky

The clouds spoke to me that day bringing me a peace,

and a sense of wonder,

an in filling of spirit

of what I used to know…..

as wholeness.

Healing from the sky.

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