Surrendering to the Rain

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Whispers in the mist, surrendering to the rain,

as the wind gently plays with the leaves

I suddenly remember

a younger thunder

when you and I listened

to those sounds, that story

only told by summer.

So young we were back then,

yet we do

still hold hands.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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When We Speak of Peace

20180930_130115When we speak of peace, we not only speak for ourselves but also for the interests of others,

for the idea of peace is filled with wholeness, a sense of healing, a sense of safety and being protected,

a sense of being accepted, of being loved, and even having bread for our physical bodies.

May we all have peace.

Amen.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies 

She Accepted His Shield

Grey Sky

When she found him she discovered he really was a warrior,

so she was willing to accept his shield,

having fallen into the strength

of his arms,

and he always found his answers

in the oceans of her eyes.

Together

they were more than just arrows flung

into the ambiguous,

learning that love is greater

than any strong tower

still clinging,

to the darkness.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies

A Walk at Sunset

Beach Waves

As seagulls peer into waves expecting the night to fall, an older couple are still holding hands, refusing to give up their walk, in spite of the chill,

in spite of the sun setting, they had seen enough of hell, to recognize the true treasure now. They would never let go of love, or each other. 

    

Note: From my archives.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, 2019, ancient skies