Prayer Flow

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In our prayer flow we become the river,

infused healing

filling our words

and phrases.

Spirit poems

from hearts

renewed.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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The Roar and Rage of Winter

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He squinted his eyes against another attack by the icy wind. The snow tore sideways now, containing small chips of sleet, he shrunk his neck even further down into his parka,

with one hand holding onto his hat. He was tired of this roar and rage of winter, the daily fight with the wind.

But he was a tough ole guy and on this day he leaned in, lifting up a prayer, thankful that he had a job to go to,

which meant they both had the medical coverage they needed so desperately.

No ugly wind would ever take his wife. He was a tough ole guy still fighting, the roar and rage

of winter.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

In Every New Beginning

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In every new beginning there is always the hope of being filled

with brighter rays of sunlight,

as we reach out

with our hearts 

because we believe in love

even when our glimpse is yet distant,

we expect that we really can overcome

every obstacle,

conquer every fear

through finding, living in

the end of the horizon.

Looking back we can see,

the journey was truly

the victory

after all.

Have a wonderful, creative, dreams fulfilled 2019!

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Stillness of Trees

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A closer walk within the wind, discovering the pre-dawn of winter

where prayers guide us through

the stillness of trees

gifting our spirits

with a sense of quiet,

a stronger muscle,

and lungs unafraid to breathe

through all our questions.

It is winter

and our boldness will see us through.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Henry Vu – Reluctant Angel – Conclusion

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As Rev. Jackson looked in at Pedro, he got the shock of his life, and his jaw dropped open. “He’s awake!” “And he’s moving around, is that a smile on his face?” He simply could not believe that the child was well.

Henry interrupted him, “Listen time is short, the nurse is on another floor and will return any second.” “I’m gaining my strength back and will go invisible again, but I need you to do something.” “I need you to contact the media about this, but not just for publicity.”

Rev. Jackson was all ears, listening. “Rev. Jackson, this family has been devastated in many ways, including financially.” “I need you start a fund to pay the medical bills, and advertise it!” “Make it a human interest story!” Now it was Rev. Jackson’s turn to smile from ear to ear.

Both the doctor and nurse came into the room just as Henry faded, becoming invisible. Everything was a blur after that. The doctor yelled, “Look he’s awake!” “How did this happen!” The nurse began weeping, and said, “I’ve been praying for this child!” “Thank you God!”

Henry, now invisible whispered into Rev. Jackson’s ear, “Pssst, check your coat pocket!” When he did, Rev. Jackson found a gift card from Wal-Mart for $2,000. “For the family, and their holidays…..” And then Henry was gone.

He flew by the Jenkins house where Linda Cunningham was still talking to Caroline, and they would be, long into the night. The carolers had long since gone home. A video of the future, from the Angel Command Center showed the two women becoming the best of friends.

He continued to his next assignment invisible, but he began smiling again, and said to himself, “Sometimes all people need…..is a friend.”

    

Note: I hope you have enjoyed this mini-series! I’ll be sharing smaller pieces of fiction throughout the week with some poetry!

   

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, 2018, ancient skies

Henry Vu – Reluctant Angel III

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As Henry stood in the room, now alone with Pedro he felt unworthy. He knew his instructions, but could he do it? Could he be filled with that much light?

Why did some people live and others die? Then he heard Gabriel’s voice in his ear, “You can do this!” Praying silently, and still invisible, Henry reached his hand in through the portal of glass, taking Pedro’s hand in his.

As he did, Rev. Jackson was in the hospital lobby, and then in the elevator going up. Henry felt a sudden sense of light flow into him. The light became brighter, and then brighter, and Henry could no longer keep his identity hidden – he was clearly visible now, along with the light of ten thousand suns.

No one saw him but Henry was now in his natural white robe, and his immense wings expanded. The light flooded him, and the whole room – even brighter, and brighter still, surrounding and flowing into young Pedro’s body with the light from heaven.

The light was shining so intensely it went through windows, walls, and down the hallway, it was burning, a pure white light that could be seen for blocks, out of the 4th story of Memorial Hospital. Several motorists outside stopped in awe, just to look at the brightness, wondering what it was.

Rev. Leon Jackson got off the elevator, and immediately had to cover his face because he was blinded by the light. Were those……were those…..angel’s wings? “Dear God!” he said out loud. Then suddenly the light went out.

But Henry Vu was still standing there, in all his angel glory, unable to disguise himself due to the drain of his supernatural power. Rev. Jackson took off his hat, and slowly approached Pedro’s room. With his back still towards Rev. Jackson, Henry Vu said, “Come in Rev. Jackson, I have an important job for you to do.” Rev. Jackson gulped hard, and walked through the door.

As Rev. Jackson walked into the room, he thought he heard music, like a choir. “Is that music I hear?”, he said. Henry Vu turned to the pastor, and said, “Yes Leon, a great miracle has taken place tonight, and heaven is rejoicing.” A huge smile spread over Henry’s face. Henry’s face was beaming, glowing really.

To be honest Rev. Jackson was shocked, firstly that the angel looked Asian, and secondly that a miracle had taken place. Henry continued explaining, “See for yourself….Pedro Martinez has been made whole again….”

The conclusion tomorrow!

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, 2018, ancient skies