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In the breaking of the night, in the victory
of the light, a gift
to be given
when we are strong again,
stories we’ve not yet carried
visions we’ve not yet seen,
poems waiting
to lift us all – once again.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
What would an angel say, visiting you in the middle of the night,
in the trenches of your devastation?
Would she put her arm around you, drying
your tears? Nah, she would probably say, “Get your boots on hon,
strap on your shield, and grab a hold of that sword
you know so well.”
“And stop staring at the javelins
in your chest.”
“Let’s get your fight on hon,
it’s time now,
for you and I to slay
some dragons.”
Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Many are having a difficult time right now. May we all be bridges.
Music by Paul Simon, played by Audrey Assad, via youtube
Ancient Skies
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
My Love, even though we were never taught to leave our windows open,
our love broke the dark clouds that hung like medallions
around our necks, and now our skies are free
to truly reveal the beauty of our world,
and to see all the hearts called
to fill our world, with love.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
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
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
