We Are the Rivers

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In our wounds disguised

we do not seek who we once were,

instead moving forward

we find ourselves

smoothing jagged lines

rejecting the temptation of bitterness

determined

we are the rivers creating

a new vision, of who we should be

in spite of the darkness.

We fight on.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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The Intensity of Your Light

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With the intensity of your light, we enfolded into each other

sitting on the park bench.

We sat there remembering our journey

as you placed your hand in mine,

I gently caressed your face

you tucked your head into my shoulder,

whispering

your prayer for me.

Do you remember the azaleas?

Note: This is about a couple encouraging each other, through chronic illness.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Thank You

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I have a number of new readers now, and wanted to say thank you to this special group of people…..so thank you!

You really have made my blogging experience wonderful. I’m so glad you’re here!

And to my long time readers you’re so amazing, thank you once again!

Peace.

More poetry coming soon!

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

His Heart Really Could Soar

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Having rejected the blood of kings, and thrones, and swords called devils, he had always embraced the wind.

So he stood there, on top of the mountain with his arms outstretched and a mist in his eyes, remembering

the light he’d been given. And that his heart really could soar, in spite of the violence….. of our world.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies