Regardless

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Having been a man of the spirit, he was surprised at the size of the wound. Clutching, his side, he barely made it to a large rock, where he collapsed.

He realized now, forgiveness was more than a tasty flavor, to make life beautiful again. It really was – a process of healing. He picked himself up, aiming for the top of the ridge……but it seemed impossible. He stumbled…..

He would pray, regardless of how he felt, regardless of how his faith would change. But first he needed the safety of trees, the protection of bark. The age of angels seemed to be over now.

The earth had been given as a gift, a starting place….. he needed to feel safe again…..in order to begin.

   

Note: I am fine, but healing is a process.

 Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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A Prayer for the Oppressed

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During this thanksgiving season Lord God, we lift up

to you all those oppressed in our world,

the victims of war, refugees,

all those who mourn, grieving

deeply in their spirits,

those with little or no food

to eat, those that are sick

and lacking medical care,

please work in these areas,

in physical and in tangible ways,

as in the days of old.

Pull us through the darkness,

and out into the light.

Help us Lord God to be lights too

of encouragement,

with whatever hope we can offer.

We know You can do this

Lord God, and so we humbly ask.

Amen.

    

Prayer Poem and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Guns

No American citizen needs an M16, or an AK47, we just don’t. 

And when the founders of our country gave us the right to bear arms, they never envisioned these kinds of weapons, and were more interested in the threat of the British, instead of each other.

And we don’t need sawed-off shotguns, or .44 Magnums which can shoot a hole through a concrete wall, we just don’t.

It’s OK to have rules and restrictions – we do it all the time, for example traffic laws. Why do we have these rules?

To keep people safe!!!

It’s time

to end our love affair

with weapons.

 

Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies