When Storm Clouds Roll

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When storm clouds roll, and rage, and rumble,

may our spirits reach for the peace, ascending

above the noise of battle

and yet rooted

in who we truly are

and who we know

we need to be.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Looking Beyond

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Always remember to look beyond the ruins and smoke of our battles raging,

life is so much more than our scars, there is joy, and healing internal, the balm of forgiveness,

and the power of love eternal. You are not defined by your struggles…….

always remember

to be grateful.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Night of Dragons

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Fur coated dragons drifted into the kingdom during the night, along with a fresh coat of ice.

Snow swirled from time to time, giving a false sense of innocence to the difusion of light.

Yet the dragons only carried a holy fire, so the people were not afraid when the fires broke out.

They had waited so very long for deliverance, from leaders gone rogue, only the guilty were burned.

The people were sober, it was not a time to rejoice, but they knew what the dragons had done, was right.

And the fur coated dragons returned to their kingdom, in the cover of night. The ice remained, yet silent.

Snow swirled from time to time, giving a false sense of innocence.

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Living the Story

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In the shadows of forest, of flickering light through the canopy above, so many stories are born and run their course,

run through my veins where swordkeepers dwell, speaking of wisdom and peace, with kings and queens worthy,

and still others tell of the Spirit Bow speaking, or the Sacred Javelin lost, and then found. How light is bent

or of buckskin and the tribes restored within their spirits coming back and bison running free, as the river……

A writer alone

in the forest…..

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies