When Light Breaks Through

When light breaks through the heart of a writer,

a new path opens

where there was none.

And sometimes the light

for the path was there,

yet we had forgotten

where to find it.

The other day when I wrote, “Modern Love”, it was a real breakthrough for me, not because it was something new,

but because I used to write that way alot. I love writing minifiction. And in spite of everything, in spite of living in the middle

of a pandemic, my wife having cancer again, in spite of working long hours sometimes, I can still write like that,

and yes poetry too. I was encouraged and light was breaking through in many beautiful ways.

Thank you for reading!

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Safe in Each Other’s Arms

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Where did we begin My Love? You were always my blue sky, drawing me into your essence,

and I became your rock, the earth under your feet, ruddy in appearance,

but we both got so lost in each other….. and found at the same time…..

I’m not sure how we happened, where it all began…..but I do know My Love, you will always carry my heart,

and we are safe

in each other’s arms.

     

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: Influenced by an earlier work.

In the Coolness of Leaves

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With the windows to my soul fully open, I notice how poems and prayers take shape as I walk, in the deep forest,

seeing beyond a thinner veil, wrapped in birdsong, embraced by the coolness of leaves, and painted…

by sunlight streaming. All whispered into being…by the voice of God.

          

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Memories in the Waves

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Sunlight on the waves, and seagulls declaring their glory remind me of so many summers ago.

Of rafting in the ocean, and fishing in the twilight. Of swimming in the waves, ducking under

and the 14 year old me, being liked by the brown haired girl. I wished I had asked her name.

Of Dad and I walking the boardwalk. Of fried chicken dinners, and so many shadows of him

still living here, as I walk barefoot in the wet sand.

Lord God, I do miss him, but thank you for my Dad.

Happy Father’s Day.

 

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies