My Sunday Afternoon

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People don’t read the paper on Sunday anymore, do they? We I guess if it’s online. Today I’m taking it easy. After church, and lunch with the family, I’m spending some time reading.

Currently I’m reading Jan Karon’s book, Somewhere Safe with Somebody Good. I’ve had this book on my shelf for years and even started it once, but it’s been like rediscovering buried treasure! I think I’ve now read the whole Mitford series. I can’t wait to see what else I have on my shelf!

I’m also writing today. When I go back and read what I wrote months ago, I can’t believe how many changes are needed!

Tonight there’ll be some buttered popcorn, and a movie with my sweetheart. I’ve found the best movies are usually watched at home.

Before then, it’s always good to have a nap! Isn’t that what Sundays are made for?

I don’t have Facebook or Twitter so thanks for listening to me ramble.

So how are you spending your day?

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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The Meaning of Rain

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When it rains there are books that call to me, spending an afternoon with Frost, Dickinson, Rumi and Gibran.

And within our teacups whispers of your love for me. Why is it we are so quiet when it rains?

As is if listening becomes more important, as if the silence is sacred in our home.

I can count the raindrops falling, singing their softness, but even their fury

speaks of peace

in the comfort of our blankets

and the beauty of your face gently resting

as we both ponder the meaning of rain.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, 2018, ancient skies

The Christmas Whisper

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She lay awake, next to him listening to him breathe. It was dawn now, and she didn’t want to disturb him, but she really did want to see if it was snowing yet. And it was Christmas now!

As she quietly peered through the window, and into the blue dawn, she saw the wind was up, and carrying the snow almost sideways. Would he like his gift? She sighed, and lay down again, touching his shoulder.

For some reason she needed to tell him how she felt, and she whispered to his sleeping ear, “Did you know you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me……?” She stared at his face, smiling.

He did hear the words, and he let them sink in deeply. It was the greatest thing anyone had ever said to him. He opened his eyes to her beaming smile.

She whispered again, “It’s snowing….”

 

Merry Christmas everyone!

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, 2018, ancient skies

Through the Love So Amazing

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She had been so badly bruised, used, torn and wounded

when they first met

but it wasn’t a matter of him

finding her,

she rescued him,

she turned him around,

somehow they found each other,

healing given

through each other’s scars

and now the miraculous

came to live within.

Wholeness each day,

through the love

so amazing.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies