Winds Changing

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In that day when warfare is the ruler, the sovereign thief

stealing, destroying what we do know,

our spirits will often lead us

into winds changing,

pulling us into the kingdom of blue skies,

into something new,

a sense of a spring forest

exploring, restoring and changing

who we are.

Not the wiser,

maybe not even stronger,

yet a new creation

in love with a sense of living…..

the journey

of a new adventure.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: It’s ok if our faith changes due to the ruins of our lives. It’s really ok, and a very real part…… of our survival. It is ok.

December Ghosts

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Please stand still when you see a ghost filtering

through the forest,

shadows between trees,

even floating,

let them pass, heading

to the city…..as the ghost

of Christmas past,

and hopefully

not of the future.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Note: I decided to have some fun with this today.

Ghosts Often Keep Silent

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In the mist, in the density of fog, ghosts often keep silent

taking away even the joy

of birds chirping

preferring a silent forest,

yet keeping their presence

their shadows as they

blip

in and out, waiting

saving the scare

for tourists with too much cologne

and clean,

expensive tennis shoes.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Whispering into the Woods

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When I whispered into the woods today,

into the peace,

into the quiet waiting,

poems escaped

and prayers took shape lifting themselves

far beyond the tallest trees,

and I realized I was filtering

through the sunlight and the shade.

We need both really

to understand

our own

heart language.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies