My Sunday Afternoon

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People don’t read the paper on Sunday anymore, do they? We I guess if it’s online. Today I’m taking it easy. After church, and lunch with the family, I’m spending some time reading.

Currently I’m reading Jan Karon’s book, Somewhere Safe with Somebody Good. I’ve had this book on my shelf for years and even started it once, but it’s been like rediscovering buried treasure! I think I’ve now read the whole Mitford series. I can’t wait to see what else I have on my shelf!

I’m also writing today. When I go back and read what I wrote months ago, I can’t believe how many changes are needed!

Tonight there’ll be some buttered popcorn, and a movie with my sweetheart. I’ve found the best movies are usually watched at home.

Before then, it’s always good to have a nap! Isn’t that what Sundays are made for?

I don’t have Facebook or Twitter so thanks for listening to me ramble.

So how are you spending your day?

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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Winter Still Speaks

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It was in the winter when I first began walking,

seeking the journey of a quiet spirit,

the healing of silence in the woods,

the wholeness of a snowfall

in the purity of cold air.

And still today

the wisdom of a young man’s heart

can defend, provide a light

for this old guy to follow.

Winter still speaks.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Doves in the Morning Light

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When I see the doves in the morning light, I know there is still

some tenderness in this world, a gentle strength,

they encourage faithfulness, don’t they?

Yet I see their determination

to be vulnerable,

and to be

together.

     

Note: Based on a poem called “The Doves”, posted May 2015

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

To Hold Her Hand Again

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It was when he reached for her hand that her blushing began,

and he was never afraid, he never

pulled back,

from her shaking spirit

instead

embracing her until

the waves of fear passed away.

She surrendered

to his courage,

but they both surrendered really.

He never regretted his dedication

to her, instead he lived for her smile,

and for the chance

to hold her hand again.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies