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.

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

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!

Poem, Writing and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

The Dark Comfort

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When I write of the dark now, the enfolding, the pouring in of midnight, I’m not referring to evil, the seeking to destroy, the choking of our humanity, with talons extended,

or even of the darkness of our anointed narcissist, screaming so sadly of his insanity, supported by the prayers of some of the faithful, often confused, and sometimes worse…

no, I write of that dark comfort, stillness enfolding into us, like twilight wrapping us, holding us,

a silence of the heart…where we sometimes go, where stars live….still clinging to the night, watching over us,

over the deepest parts of us….causing even our scars to bow down, hoping for release,

like when birds awaken, praying, fighting sleep, to greet the dawn. It’s OK to go quiet during the rebirth of wings,

instead of leaving our spirits shredded, left in ruins. We don’t have to accept ourselves wearing a reality of dark wings trembling.

We do know the way, don’t we?

      

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

How I Feel About My Wings

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Well I do believe that I am lifted, and encouraged by having wings and yet in these times of smoke and ruins,

they’re actually essential for our very survival….not the dark wings of course, formed in fire,

and the storms of our scars, but the wings shaped from the earth, and sky and oceans, blended…

so beautifully with our heartsongs.

Some say rivers are more powerful, but I’m not sure that’s true. Both can run through us and within us

bringing us hope in supernatural ways……

Ain’t that amazing??

     

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

How I Shape Shifted

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It was a matter of the light of course, I could see more clearly the beauty of our world,

and the value of people so different than I am….amazing colors and heartsongs.

So it was no surprise when I let the shifting begin, I was saying no to so many cultural ideas of doctrines,

and drama…saying no to people blinded by their own ideas, prejudice in so many ways, running through their blood. My own heartsong changed over time.

And that’s really how I became more accepting of people, although certain codes will always be true,

I’m different from who I was, a more benevolent spirit I guess, with a few swirls of silver now.

Hoping and wishing, everyone finds their own wings….and who they truly are.

      

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies