In Diversity There is Strength

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In this age of racism and strife, I wanted to make a statement that all people are welcome here!

Regardless of your race, or where you are from, or your language, or religion, or if you have no religion,

you are welcome here. Unless you’re a bully! No bullies are allowed on this site. 

Diversity is a strength. We each have something important to contribute to our world.

I so appreciate all my readers!

Thank you so much!

      

Writing, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

River Peace

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The river slowly flowing, around logs, over and around rocks,

as if silence was waiting,

a peace settled in over the water,

or was it filling those empty chambers

I had prayed about?

No matter, river peace

had descended in its special way,

once again.

     

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Writer’s Wings

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Even when I’m folding my wings I’m very aware

of the wordflow waiting…

phrases seeking

another river,

another poem

from within my heart.

      

I’m grieving like many of you over the deadly racism in the United States.

Do we have a right to criticize other nations? It’s a sin really from our very beginning.

And I also grieve for how the far-right is ripping us apart. Caring more for their assault rifles than they do for people.

Closer to home my wife needs further treatments for cancer. The last round was not enough.

There will be more aggressive, more invasive treatments and that means more horrible side effects.

And we had a cousin die recently…..from cancer. This was the cousin that had the big family gatherings every year…

for Thanksgiving and Christmas. We’ve eaten at their home many times. He was in his forties, married with children.

I’ve shared these things because I’ve had the wind knocked out of me like I wrote in yesterday’s poem.

No, I don’t feel a need to stop blogging. I still have plenty of wordflow…….somewhere, but I’m grieving.

I just need some restoration, with my wings folded.

     

Poetry, Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

I Saw the Light

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I saw the light of my people, of all people

walking over rugged terrain,

in small towns, in the cities,

sometimes through ruins

marching peacefully

with fire in their hearts,

huge crowds gathering

for their brothers and sisters,

for all people…..

demanding liberty

and justice

for all.

      

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We Share Something Beautiful

20190918_095327In all that we see around us, and in our world, does our wordflow, our paintflow, become affected?

We often see with our hearts – so how do we respond? I wonder at times if I should stop blogging.

I won’t replay the news but so many horrible things are happening. Racism, killings in the street, disease taking so many away, and an economy faltering.

How can I write, or attempt to write something beautiful in these difficult times?

Well maybe, just maybe that’s the best time to write, and create artwork.

We don’t turn a blind eye, yet we offer hope by sharing our hearts through our creations.

And hopefully……we share something beautiful…..with our world.

Amen. 

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Into the Rain

20180930_123817I’m dusting off my leather bound journal, finding my favorite pen, and I’ve put together a small stack of poetry books,

on the kitchen table, including one called, Hope in the Morning……and later a walk into the rain, down by the lake,

if it’s not too cold. I love how rain drops fall, on the water singing their own special music.

Right now though it’s time for some cheesy eggs and toast, dipping in my tea bag into a steaming cup

making English Breakfast tea. I love these rainy mornings……

I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but been taking one day a week to recharge. I work alot

so I find it essential, and maybe we were made this way, but I didn’t pick a particular day, it just kind of happened.

So on late Friday afternoons until sometime on Saturday I’ll disappear, but only a little. I have preplanned a couple of posts.

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

      

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies.