There is a Warm Breeze Now

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There is a warm breeze now, slowly pushing its way over the lake,

holding a scent of water and trees, coming to rest

on the poet’s face. He looks up

realizing his sky is not empty, as he reaches

for the pen that’s filling itself

with words, and holding the photograph

in his mind, he begins

to write.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Riding Along the Edge

There are times, when we are filled with faith, that we ride along the edge

of revelation, preferring the jagged edges of our own mountains

rather than the comfort of frozen temples.

So we pick ourselves up, scraping off the mud,

embracing the lines of cliffs rising, realizing

it is dangerous to trust anyone

we can’t see.

        

Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Burglary

No this isn’t the title of a poem. Wait – I can try something here:

You broke into my heart, My Love, and took everything

leaving me nothing

except, pure gold.

I loved your burglary.

    

Actually this post is about our home being broken into. We were not home at the time, but the thieves did a smash and grab, through the back door, taking all of our computer equipment. The back door was mostly glass, and so glass was everywhere.

Thank God our dog was not hurt. She actually knew to stay out of the glass fragments, which seemed to be almost a powder. She was visibly shaken most of the night.

I’m actually proud of myself, for maneuvering and even posting, with a tablet. My photos are limited on this thing though. You may see alot of flowers for a few days!

We can see a lesson in this of not being too wrapped up in material possessions. We are thankful that we were not home at the time. The police tell us there is a gang of thieves hitting alot of homes in our area, and some attacks have come at night, when people are asleep in their beds!

We ask for your positive thoughts an prayers. It’s difficult to feel safe. I hardly slept last night.

Peace to you.

Writing © Copyright 2017, ancient skies