We don’t hear much from God anymore, do we? too busy arguing

tweeting angry words


we are right,

and obviously

someone else,

is too blame.

We don’t hear much from God anymore, do we?


Note: This is not about a person, it’s about our culture.

Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies


Love Always Wins

100_1726Death will not speak to us, when we lift our poems,

as banners waving

in the wind,

and our words we will fling

like javelins


into the heart of darkness,

the Goliath we call hate.

And in the end, we win

because love always wins.


is our warfare.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Sing to Me, My Love


Sing to me My Love, sing to me of better times,

of when we were young, and people tore down

our walls, instead of building them.

And you can hide in my strength  again

while I bury my face 

in your hair,

sing My Love while we lift

a silent prayer

for peace

in our world.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Each is a Part of This Earth


I’m so grateful for the different cultures and races we have on our planet. We are so beautifully different, and each is a part of this earth. Thank you for being who you are, and for being here, a part of this blog. Many of you have a different faith, or culture than I do. I think that is good and healthy.

The Great One knows each of us of course, and I believe He smiles at us, because we are so different, unique in every way. And by the way I am an amateur anthropologist (I have no degree in it) and I have studied cultures and faiths on my own, for many years. 

You are welcome here regardless of your background, or faith. Thanks again for reading.

I wish you peace.


Writing © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

photo from mrwallpaper via google



Soon and very soon the flowers will begin pushing, breaking the ground

and tender shoots will reach for the sun, carrying hope

moving up, opening and spreading their petals.


And I love how they are never afraid of the bees, taking

from them, nor even of cross-pollination – the invention

of something new, bold colors to inspire and make us think

mixing could help us become, even more beautiful.


Let’s hope they say a prayer for us, as we cower in our corners,

resisting the brightness of our sun, and afraid of the bees.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies