The Earth Seemed Young

The earth seemed young back then, primal somehow, when I began

searching through those deep woods trails

the earth veiled in a cloak, I already knew though

the certainty of owls wings in the night

that mist will burn away,

and that the Almighty declared….

we were never alone.

We each will find our way.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2015, revised 2021 rivers renewed

Note: Pieces here originally posted in 2015

Winter Vision Quest

It was winter when he left the reservation. No one sought a vision in the winter, but he did, he needed to. Maybe vision wasn’t the right word, but he was searching for cleansing……some type of hope, anything really. Despair and vodka had taken their toll. It was good to be in the mountains again, even with the snow. And he smiled noticing how slow his mule was.

He had everything he needed, the mule, a good rifle, his bow (that he had made years ago from the finest oak), and a small lodge with blankets. He knew he was also carrying grief for his people, the poverty and sickness slowly killing them…. yes a vision is what they all needed.

Days later, with a fire going….. the vision came in the smoke and flames. He saw his people being reborn. It was spring and everything was blooming. The people were strong and happy…. not sick at all.

He knew he must take this vision back to his people, to encourage each one. The end of all things…. was not quite not yet.

They would all live again.

Writing Copyright © 2015, revised 2020 rivers renewed, image from Pinterest, Crow Scout taken 1908

Note: This was not written initially about the virus, but I think it applies today.

The Christmas Ghost

Rosa heard music again, a choir singing “Hark the Herald Angels Sing”, in the distance. As she sat on the edge of her bed, tears flowing, she looked over at her mother’s picture on her nightstand. She could still hear the words, the arguing, from the last night Rosa saw her alive.

“Mama they will call me a whore!”. She knew it wasn’t true, but she was willing to say anything that night to get her off the track of Rosa going to church. “Rosa, please…it’s Christmas Eve after all.”

It was the night her mother passed away. And the guilt Rosa felt about everything, was crashing in on her now, including the wild parties, and drinking until she was senseless.

Grabbing her head, and laying on the bed, the pain was getting worse. And why were the women at her job so mean to her today? She could not help it that she didn’t know English very well. They were vicious, and all for working at a fast-food restaurant!

She shouted, “I hate Christmas!” into the ceiling, then sat up and went for the pill bottle in her nightstand. She stopped, there was that music again….. “Where was it coming from……?”

She also had a feeling, an unusual sense, that someone else was there in the room now…..but strangely, she wasn’t afraid. And then oddly someone sat on her bed…..or at least it seemed that way, but she didn’t see anyone…..

To be continued….

Writing and Image Copyright © revised 2020 rivers renewed

Note this is fiction.

As the Wind Fills My Wings

When I write of peace and poetry,

my heart is quickened

as the wind fills my wings,

strengthening my wordflow.

I sure do enjoy writing like this, as you probably know! It is my art, but more than that, it is very much who I am…..as I share pieces of my light. My intention is to encourage both you and I.

Please understand though that when I write of overcoming pain and suffering, it doesn’t mean that I am going through anything at the time. Yes, I write from experience, but I do not write as a therapy.

I simply create, often praying about what I should write. And when I do or sometimes even before I even get to that point, the words just flow through me, in varying degrees. That’s how my poems are created, and how I came up with the term “wordflow”. Maybe you write poetry like that too.

As a side note, I haven’t started on the renovations of my site yet, but I will soon! I want it to reflect more of who I am now.

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

Happy Thanksgiving

Well it has been a difficult year, hasn’t it? Maybe the most difficult year in alot of ways.

And yet, looking foward there is alot of good just around the corner. A vaccine is not far away,

so the coronavirus will be dealt with and hopefully eliminated!

In the U.S. we have a newly elected president who can help to right so many of the wrongs of the past.

No American leader should ever support the Confederate flag or monuments. No one. They are symbols of treason and racism.

Anyway the list goes on for the healing we need as a people.

On a personal note, I’m grateful for healthcare so that my wife can receive the treatments she needs.

And that she is still here walking on this earth……with me. Yes we can still be thankful.

May we move forward, looking for and working towards the healing….we all so desperately need!

From our our house to yours……wishing you a happy, safe, healthy, and blessed Thanksgiving!

And I wish you peace.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

Seeking the Peace

On that day, answers remained without their questions defined,

so I ascended into the sky, seeking the peace

that surpasses all understanding,

it was my spirit that knew,

more than my mind,

it was always my spirit…..

so I ignored the early

and the latter storms

until my wholeness was completed….

it wasn’t easy though,

is it ever really easy?

Poetry an Image Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

Keep America Beautiful

Chinese-Americans are such a beautiful people aren’t they? And I love the African American side of my family,

and how we all make up such a beautiful fabric of our America. And the first people,

the Native Americans/First Nations giving us wings yet reminding us how hate can be deadly.

I’m glad we are strong in our diversity instead of some extremist far right concept, flirting

with white supremacy. And among their great sins comes the undermining of our election, sewing doubt.

This is what dictators do, so that they can declare it all invalid when they lose.

Stop the far right extremists, stop the lies, stop the brutality and insanity.

Keep America beautiful,

diverse….

and free.

VOTE.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2020 ancient skies