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She is so strong, so beautiful, small and determined
refusing to listen to voices,
telling her “You shouldn’t be here.”
Her blue still has the power
to attract the bees,
and her favorite human’s camera
with compliments
about her beauty.
Photo: The Last Hydrangea.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Only a thin veil remains My Love, as the sun brings warmth
in the morning, a curtain of light covering over
our summer dreams, only to reveal
yellow roses in the garden,
where you and I are refreshed
by the crisp, cool air.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
In the flowers of autumn, we can be delivered
as they ignite
a spark
deep within us
breaking open our stone
as a smile
reaches gently,
across our face.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Flowers were invented by the One
who made us all
to bring us strength,
and to help us focus
on the beautiful.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Racial healing doesn’t mean we all become the same,
it’s a matter of embracing each other
and accepting, who we are,
each one.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Even though our dogwoods have faded, and the tulips
have disappeared, we can look forward now
to the iris, and the gardenias.
And there is always new life,
after the old
has passed away,
a promise
that strengthens us.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
As our spring brings new life, and the poetry we so desperately needed
rises as a Phoenix, the words will surprise us, taking us,
farther than we ever could have imagined,
up and beyond, straight into the heart of God even.
But only if we have eyes to see
our own wings
living
in our hearts.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
