A Place of Surrender


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


Our Wedding Anniversary


Well I am just about the happiest man on the face of the earth! My wife and I are celebrating more than 30 years of our marriage! Yes!! Now we don’t give exact dates over the internet, but we are so excited I have to share this!

My wife is the one I write about, the one I dream about. Life can be horrible when terrible things happen (like cancer), but what matters now is the love we share, and the healing we give to each other!

I could not be happier, and we don’t often hear that from men, so I want to boldly declare that today.


And for our celebration, we went to Washington D.C. Our nation’s capital really is a beautiful city. I highly recommend a visit there. You will find some of the best museums in the world, including the Smithsonian, which is actually many museums.

The Smithsonian has the National Gallery of Art, the African-American Museum (brand new), the Native American Museum, the National Zoo, the Natural History Museum, and many others.


And the city is ethnically diverse. You will find some of the best ethnic restaurants in the world! My wife and I ate at an Indian restaurant which was wonderful.

I also recommend a dinner or brunch cruise on the Potomac River. There are very large cruise boats that feed you a wonderful feast, as you slowly cruise by some of the monuments of this beautiful city.


To My Love – Happy Anniversary!


P.S. The photographs here are from our trip. I will share more in a future post.

Writing and all Images © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

My Oasis

from sahara desert dream

When I was a barren desert My Love, I searched for you in every corner

holding sifting sand, parched,

burnt out, not realizing

you were my Oasis, and what I needed

were your rivers of living water,

pouring over me, washing


my life,

until I was alive

once again.


Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

image from Sahara Desert Dream via google