Happy Anniversary

We took each other’s hand that day, with the leaves changing into the gold and burning reds,

having already chosen our fire with commitment, pledging ourselves,

pledging our hearts, and when I stared into your eyes that day…. I knew, and I still know……I still say, “I do”.

Happy Anniversary, My Love!

My wife and I have been married a long time.

Yes, life has changed us some, but our love always sees us through the tragedies. We would not want to spend our lives with anyone else.

Today’s not our actual day. We don’t share the date on the internet.

Wishing you peace.

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

The Silence of Trees

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Faded eagle dreams and faded jeans, combing grey hair, boots laced and a light weight camera,

the trails call, moving my spirit beyond crows, rejecting dark wings…I become the silence of trees, and wildflowers holding bees,

where light flickers through the canopy, I seek to know, as anyone could know, the Lord God,

like I did as a young man….

in a place that peace

calls home….

      

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

Wildflowers Calling Forth the Sun

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We are made from many streams, aren’t we? pieces of a larger river twisting

through open fields, our lives as a meadow thirsting, for nourishment, with wildflowers….

calling forth the sun, to the mud on the shoreline, we sense, we learn our direction,

becoming the very grain we dream about, and allowing the wind to gently move

through us, in the fields.

          

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: This may sound mystical but it’s actually about our hearts and whatever faith life we have.

In These Woods

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What words can I shape, to tell that in these woods

I am made strong?

That hope runs deep here,

through the veins of oak

and pine, and maple trees,

through the earth

lives the permanence 

the assurance of oneness 

where there are no shadows

to be afraid of,

how can I ever express Lord God

that I am never alone,

covered in the warmth

of the blue sky.

      

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Into the Rain

20180930_123817I’m dusting off my leather bound journal, finding my favorite pen, and I’ve put together a small stack of poetry books,

on the kitchen table, including one called, Hope in the Morning……and later a walk into the rain, down by the lake,

if it’s not too cold. I love how rain drops fall, on the water singing their own special music.

Right now though it’s time for some cheesy eggs and toast, dipping in my tea bag into a steaming cup

making English Breakfast tea. I love these rainy mornings……

I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but been taking one day a week to recharge. I work alot

so I find it essential, and maybe we were made this way, but I didn’t pick a particular day, it just kind of happened.

So on late Friday afternoons until sometime on Saturday I’ll disappear, but only a little. I have preplanned a couple of posts.

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

      

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies.

Happy Mother’s Day

20200407_134902This year perhaps more than any other, we need to honor and thank our Mothers.

Thanking them for who they are, and how much they mean to us. She not only carried you in her body,

but in most cases she has loved you as only a Mother could. She has carried you, in her heart.

You will always be her child.

And this year there are even more Moms out there as warriors, fighting a pandemic, many on the frontlines,

trying to provide for their families, some without benefits, many without the wealth, or luxury to stay at home

behind a computer. Make sure you thank them for their service including…

the grocery and retail store workers. And there are so many more…..Maybe give them some flowers if you can find some.

Happy Mothers Day everyone!

And thank you to all the Moms. We are all in this together!

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Up on the Ridge

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When I went up on the ridge that day I had my raincoat on, the one with the hood,

and checked for my mask in the ziploc. Seeking my rock, my thinking rock, my prayer

and meditation rock, there was comfort when I found it and I sat down silently, even in the rain

I could sense the quiet of the forest. I closed my eyes and quieted my spirit…..realizing I didn’t need to find some new deep revelation,

or write a poem producing lightning on a page, some awe inspiring lines, one poem

out doing another, until the lines faded. That was all nonsense. I could just be who I was,

and write quietly of healing and nature, and peace. Praying on a rock up high, sitting in the rain.

     

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies