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In the beginning blue was made, some say it has always been,
and the sky received the glory, with the ocean becoming an even deeper blue…….
until there was green……enriching all of the earth.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Note: original art by Dale Chihuly.
It was a small flame, on a single tree leaning,
as if she’d been hiding,
high in the mountains
on a cool crisp morning,
revealing only a part
of her future glory.
I smiled remembering
her fire of yellow, gold, and red,
so I breathed in,
accepted the embrace
of the brillant fire
of autumn.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies
Note: From my archives.
As I walked into the woods today the light was already dancing,
filtered through the leaves,
pulling me,
pulling my spirit closer,
into the healing.
I stood for a long time
at rest, confident,
grateful even
that I was part of the earth now,
part
of the light dancing.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies
Note: From my archives.
A withered, battle scarred hand reaches into the sky hoping, praying, to find even a small portion of faith to pull down to the earth. To rebuild.
As if as an answer, tree branches part holding their pose and the sun delivers a soft warmth gently caressing our cheek.
And suddenly we know, that yes it will be alright……someday, just not quite yet……but someday……
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
In the space between light and darkness,
as the dawn begins breaking,
there are times we don’t feel the privilege of a new day,
and we still smell the smoke,
or taste the cinder ash
of our dying hearts,
may we always remember
may we hold onto that light
that promises a new day,
always.
Note: This is about overcoming sadness.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
More than simply softer flesh, the human heart holding
who we truly are,
a healing balm walking,
even our spirits
within our frames
will know the answers
deep within……this……
is our peace.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Even in our fractured spirits hope finds a way, finds an opening
so that we begin to long for the healing,
allowing the peace to take over
as if we were the ocean
unlimited,
filled
with sunlight.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
