A Place of Surrender

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After we were married, I carried her to a place of surrender

and yet I was humbled by her love,

accountable even

to make sure the breast plate on my armor

was shining bright

and that I still carried

the burning embers,

in my heart.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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In the Light that is Barely Dawn

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A thin layer of ice on the corners of the window now,

as you gently move the curtain aside, she stirs

next to you under layers, lumps under her mother’s quilt

as you see only a hint of the sun, and you realize

there is joy in the mystery of another day,

a sparkle returns

to your eyes again, as you stretch

and your wings extend, covering

your Love, with a beautiful shadow

and you begin forming –

shaping the words

of a new poem, in the light

that is barely dawn.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies