Glimpses of Light


As the Spirit of Lying continues to strangle Washington D.C.,

choking our democracy,

ripping our unity 

we do occasionally have glimpses of light.

And the light of truth

will prevail,

subduing even the far right subverting,

Lying to win, winning at all costs,

will eventually

destroy itself.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies


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

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

Finding Our Humanity


It was time, and he knew it was time, so he couldn’t help himself as he took off his hat,

saying “Shalom!” as he walked in the door of the Jewish deli. A big smile met him

from the man behind the counter, and many men did look

like Rabbis, the women wearing long dresses.

And all he did really was buy a sandwich

and a soda, sitting a table.

He tried smiling.


It was time, and he knew it was time, and he absolutely loved

finding our humanity, everywhere he went.


Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

images from images guru via google