Storm Meditation

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Leaves dance to the rhythm of the rain, while tree limbs sway and I realize,

something within me enjoys the wildness of the storm, thunder rolls and boils in the sky,

yet I’m not afraid, instead…amazed how creation nourishes the earth, as the rain becomes gentle again.

     

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

He was Never Alone

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Standing on top of the mountain he could see so many wounds now

on the earth as if people had allowed faith

to pass through

without paying attention,

so the paths overgrown

disappeared,

though he often

respected the candles

he walked beyond what had been

letting go of tired sermons,

the worn out reaching

but he never lost himself,

instead

within the light bathing, the songs

of the leaves

the forest spoke to his heart,

that he was never

alone.

Not ever.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies