Sunlight Reflecting on Our Surface

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With so many rocks overturned, walls broken within our spirits

we fight for the rain, to bring back our rivers

for heaven to descend,

cleansing our flags,

and hopefully restore

our shattered pieces

or at least have some sunlight

reflecting on our surface

diffusing into the blue

So we create a new flow don’t we?

a deeper journey,

worth keeping

within our hearts

as we become the wholeness

we have prayed for.

    

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My Responsibility

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This is a poetry website, not a political website at all. And yet there are so many things happening in our country that are just horrendous. I often wonder what I should do, what I should say, and do I say something here? I have some very strong opinions, but do I risk ticking off conservative readers? I have struggled with what if anything I should say.

And yet the climate in our nation continues to spiral downward. True I am a poet, but I am also a citizen, and I believe I have been quiet for too long.

For example, our leaders are known now for lying, just constant lying all the time – lying. Yet our president doesn’t consider it lying, because it creates an atmosphere of “winning”. Years ago he started following a term called “exaggeration hyperbole”. Look it up, it’s in his book “The Art of the Deal”. It’s all about looking good. He considers it similar to positive thinking. But we don’t win when we lie do we? Not in the long term.

And now we have the cruelty, the barbaric treatment of people on our southern border. The America I know doesn’t hate immigrants. Unless we are Native Americans we are all immigrants in a way. Our nation was founded on immigration.

This is not a matter of liberal vs. conservative, this is a matter of right and wrong. It is an inhumane policy that rips children away from their parents. Listen, if Mrs. Trump and Laura Bush (wife of President Bush) both speak out against it – you know it’s wrong! It must stop now.

It all speaks of hatred of “the other”, and that must stop too.

I am a citizen and speaking out is my responsibility.

I wish you peace.

     

Commentary and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Not All Warriors Are Healed

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Not all warriors are healed, having walked through the fire,

not all of them. It is in our spirits though where victory

is won. Only the brave can declare their freedom.

   

I found this post almost impossible to write. I should have written it days ago, but I did not have the words, and did not know even what my emotions were, and I still don’t. I am numb.

You see my wife has cancer again, the same one she had years ago. And this cancer has no cure. A bone marrow transplant helped her to live a lot longer than most people with this disease, and longer than doctors thought she would. She has a blood cancer, and a very tough one.

Yes, thank God she is still here on this earth. But she will have to be on chemo again, and then another, then another, until there are no more options. Right now, she is fighting some infections before she can even begin chemo.

I am right by her side. We have always been a team that cannot be broken, and we will continue to fight together. Is there any other way besides love? No, there isn’t.

We appreciate each of you, and we wish you peace.

     

Poetry, Narrative and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

In the Ocean Where Light Began

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It was a darker rain, and darker still

yet, it was the light in a poem

that held his thought, safely.

He refused the storm of the day

and the torture, the turning

of the night

impressed with a spark

or was it a wave

of light?

His mind did open

and he bathed

in the ocean where light began

unashamed

of his victory.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Watching You Sleep

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As I sit here watching you sleep I notice how you tuck your hand under

your chin, your soft brown arm folded gently

over the white blankets

and I’m struck by your beauty again,

your sculpted face,

the cheeks I’ve kissed

so many times

and I wonder

how the heavens ever survived

after you were sent to me.

 

She’s coming home today!! Wahoo!

She is still recovering, with strong medication but she can recover at home.

And we are waiting for the results of a biopsy, which to be honest is scary because of the fear of cancer.

We are so grateful for all of you! Thank you so much for your thoughts, prayers, encouragement, and well wishes! Your love and support have been amazing.

Thanks again, and peace to you!

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies