August’s Forest

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The comforting dark of August’s forest made it easy to slip

through to the world unseen,

and I was spirit, as if in a dream,

not of false rainbows but of peace,

an amazing depth

I had never known before,

where silence takes us

beyond bravery

as light flickers

through the trees.

      

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

I Was Even Able to Whisper

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The darkness and coolness of the deep forest called to me today,

with streams and a river unending, my spirit went quiet,

listening to the bees and one stubborn woodpecker.

A tree stump became my chair as I was surrounded by the comfort of leaves….

I was even able to whisper,

a simple prayer.

      

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Writer’s Wings

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Even when I’m folding my wings I’m very aware

of the wordflow waiting…

phrases seeking

another river,

another poem

from within my heart.

      

I’m grieving like many of you over the deadly racism in the United States.

Do we have a right to criticize other nations? It’s a sin really from our very beginning.

And I also grieve for how the far-right is ripping us apart. Caring more for their assault rifles than they do for people.

Closer to home my wife needs further treatments for cancer. The last round was not enough.

There will be more aggressive, more invasive treatments and that means more horrible side effects.

And we had a cousin die recently…..from cancer. This was the cousin that had the big family gatherings every year…

for Thanksgiving and Christmas. We’ve eaten at their home many times. He was in his forties, married with children.

I’ve shared these things because I’ve had the wind knocked out of me like I wrote in yesterday’s poem.

No, I don’t feel a need to stop blogging. I still have plenty of wordflow…….somewhere, but I’m grieving.

I just need some restoration, with my wings folded.

     

Poetry, Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Seeking that Place

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while the blue sky shifted and white clouds followed that rugged trail,

he ascended, heart full of burdens seeking that place, that place where God lived, or least

it seemed that way, to the top… on the largest of rocks, where everything could be seen, 

that special place of a calmness where violence was always rejected, and light….could be tangibly felt.

     

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Cherry Blossom Snow

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Cherry blossom snow covered the sky, landing on the only person in the park this sunrise, sitting

lost in her day dreaming. She wondered what if snow really was pink?

What if a really strong wind could blow away this disease? She bowed her head with tears flowing…..

she prayed. She needed the Lady of the Lake to rise up with a sword…no a vaccine.

A whirlwind filled with cherry blossum petals enveloped her, as she prayed some more weeping.

Wiping her tears in the wind, she knew it was time to go home, get out of her scrubs and get some rest….

but the whirlwind fell when her phone buzzed. The text read,

“Doctor we have 2 more cases just brought in – we’ve got it for now, but we need you in again by 7pm.”

As she rose to go, she texted quickly, and began walking home in the cherry blossum snow,

hoping and praying

for a different spring next year.

This is dedicated to all the doctors, nurses and paramedics on the front lines fighting this disease.

Thank you! You truly are heroes! 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

A Prayer for the Oppressed

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During this thanksgiving season Lord God, we lift up

to you all those oppressed in our world,

the victims of war, refugees,

all those who mourn, grieving

deeply in their spirits,

those with little or no food

to eat, those that are sick

and lacking medical care,

please work in these areas,

in physical and in tangible ways,

as in the days of old.

Pull us through the darkness,

and out into the light.

Help us Lord God to be lights too

of encouragement,

with whatever hope we can offer.

We know You can do this

Lord God, and so we humbly ask.

Amen.

    

Prayer Poem and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Under the Weather

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When our body is worn, our bones deeply imbedded with fog,

our spirits can be lifted, with encouraging words.

     

I have really been under the weather lately, feeling miserable (physically). When my wife tells me I need to take a break, I know it’s for real. So even though I have words stirring within, I will be visiting you less, just for a couple of days. And yes, My Love did fix me some wonderful chicken noodle soup! I’m a blessed man and I know it.

See you soon. Peace.

      

Writing, Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies