Sunlight Reflecting on Our Surface

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With so many rocks overturned, walls broken within our spirits

we fight for the rain, to bring back our rivers

for heaven to descend,

cleansing our flags,

and hopefully restore

our shattered pieces

or at least have some sunlight

reflecting on our surface

diffusing into the blue

So we create a new flow don’t we?

a deeper journey,

worth keeping

within our hearts

as we become the wholeness

we have prayed for.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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Praying for Thunder

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In the scorching of our most difficult desert, it is so easy to carry our wounds

and walk away. To leave any fragment of who we are,

whatever gift we once were, and declare that sand

and bones are the only meaning.

Somehow, in our rocks hidden, we decide

to ignore the cycle of living,

believing we are safe.

So where is the rain?

The promise

of flowers living

beyond

our devastation?

    

Perhaps,

we learn to see our spirits

as more than a mirror,

understanding

for the first time

the plight of cactus,

as we lift our eyes

praying for thunder.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

In the Light of Your Eyes

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Where does love dwell when shadows linger

within our frame?

Mostly within the holding moments,

the silence of embracing

and in the courage

to reach for each other’s hand

in the middle of the night,

and in the light

of your eyes My Love,

as we awake, being filled

with another sunrise.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Not All Warriors Are Healed

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Not all warriors are healed, having walked through the fire,

not all of them. It is in our spirits though where victory

is won. Only the brave can declare their freedom.

   

I found this post almost impossible to write. I should have written it days ago, but I did not have the words, and did not know even what my emotions were, and I still don’t. I am numb.

You see my wife has cancer again, the same one she had years ago. And this cancer has no cure. A bone marrow transplant helped her to live a lot longer than most people with this disease, and longer than doctors thought she would. She has a blood cancer, and a very tough one.

Yes, thank God she is still here on this earth. But she will have to be on chemo again, and then another, then another, until there are no more options. Right now, she is fighting some infections before she can even begin chemo.

I am right by her side. We have always been a team that cannot be broken, and we will continue to fight together. Is there any other way besides love? No, there isn’t.

We appreciate each of you, and we wish you peace.

     

Poetry, Narrative and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies