The Light of the Shimmering Lake

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All it takes is the light of the shimmering lake,

to wash me clean

from the scars of the city,

sensing quiet in my spirit,

restoring hope

within my vision.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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We Hope to Find the Morning Light

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Within our ruins, silent prayers for courage

to overcome the rubble 

to pursue the healing

even through the graveyards of betrayal

we hope

to find the morning light

while rebuking

the ghosts

of the night

still lingering.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Why I Wear Blue Now

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I used to wear that conservative face, born again tying my heart to the right, wearing red

but there were too many times

we were angry with the poor,

seeing only strangers

in our land, taking our money,

our jobs, too many times

we were angry

at a black president,

and there were too many speeches

saying we were right

when the truth was we were wrong.

And there were too many times I knew

global warming was real,

so even before the insanity

of lying took power

I moved my house.

And blue fits me so much better now

as I look in the mirror.

Yes I still believe in God,

and I believe

Dr. Ford.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Note: Blue here symbolizes progressives, and red symbolizes conservatives.