confidence – Ancient Skies

As the Wind Fills My Wings

When I write of peace and poetry,

my heart is quickened

as the wind fills my wings,

strengthening my wordflow.

I sure do enjoy writing like this, as you probably know! It is my art, but more than that, it is very much who I am…..as I share pieces of my light. My intention is to encourage both you and I.

Please understand though that when I write of overcoming pain and suffering, it doesn’t mean that I am going through anything at the time. Yes, I write from experience, but I do not write as a therapy.

I simply create, often praying about what I should write. And when I do or sometimes even before I even get to that point, the words just flow through me, in varying degrees. That’s how my poems are created, and how I came up with the term “wordflow”. Maybe you write poetry like that too.

As a side note, I haven’t started on the renovations of my site yet, but I will soon! I want it to reflect more of who I am now.

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

Wingspan

The wingspan of our poetry extended

will move us far beyond the fear

we used to know,

with the warrior’s steel

of peace strengthened,

and the quietness of spirit lifting,

we know now,

truly

who we are.

Strength lifted.

Looking for Our Places

We often look for our places, our spaces of safety,

insisting there must be some hope within our depth,

the trusting heart.

Have you searched the sky today?

Keep America Beautiful

Chinese-Americans are such a beautiful people aren’t they? And I love the African American side of my family,

and how we all make up such a beautiful fabric of our America. And the first people,

the Native Americans/First Nations giving us wings yet reminding us how hate can be deadly.

I’m glad we are strong in our diversity instead of some extremist far right concept, flirting

with white supremacy. And among their great sins comes the undermining of our election, sewing doubt.

This is what dictators do, so that they can declare it all invalid when they lose.

Stop the far right extremists, stop the lies, stop the brutality and insanity.

Keep America beautiful,

diverse….

and free.

VOTE.

Poetry Still Lives

Black and white holding down the page, gleaming

sharing the hope and faith,

that words can still heal,

that in each of our hearts,

poetry still lives,

and we will survive.

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.

Walking Into the Light

Peace finds me leaving the shadows of summer,

walking into the light

of autumn hopeful,

listening to the leaves

with my spirit breathing again,

acknowleding

the colors

God created.

A quiet spirit.

In the Heartbeat of Our Nation

In the space of our democracy, in the heartbeat of our nation,

there is room for all people,

all colors,

and with different ideas.

Don’t let the extreme far right,

take that away.

VOTE.

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.

When the Leaves Begin Their Fire

When the leaves begin their fire, love becomes more tangible,

more real to us,

and in the drawing close for warmth

we are encouraged in each other,

with our hearts

able to move forward,

once again.

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