Rivers, Wings, and Locomotives

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Blogging is a locomotive. There is tremendous power in the force of our blogging engines, and in our steam. But sometimes we can be caught up, in that strength, that speed, and it needs to slow down. For me, I was beginning to lose a sense of who I was.

Whatever it is I’m doing now, with the balance of life and blogging, it’s working for me. To be honest I have no idea how I did so much in the past. I’m not a professional blogger.

And yet, writing is a river. We can let it flow through us, and in us. For me it is something I was meant to do, I guess you could say in a sense it is a type of calling, not in a weird way, but I just know it.

But the most important part of us is our wings. We soar so beautifully because we were meant to. You don’t think you soar? Yep, you do – we each have a spirit.

So my locomotive is still there, and running smoothly at the correct speed. While I thank God for the river He has given me, I can sense my wingspan expanding. I can now walk with joy, and confidence.

Thank you for being on this journey with me. Peace.

     

Poetry and All Images © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Burglary

No this isn’t the title of a poem. Wait – I can try something here:

You broke into my heart, My Love, and took everything

leaving me nothing

except, pure gold.

I loved your burglary.

    

Actually this post is about our home being broken into. We were not home at the time, but the thieves did a smash and grab, through the back door, taking all of our computer equipment. The back door was mostly glass, and so glass was everywhere.

Thank God our dog was not hurt. She actually knew to stay out of the glass fragments, which seemed to be almost a powder. She was visibly shaken most of the night.

I’m actually proud of myself, for maneuvering and even posting, with a tablet. My photos are limited on this thing though. You may see alot of flowers for a few days!

We can see a lesson in this of not being too wrapped up in material possessions. We are thankful that we were not home at the time. The police tell us there is a gang of thieves hitting alot of homes in our area, and some attacks have come at night, when people are asleep in their beds!

We ask for your positive thoughts an prayers. It’s difficult to feel safe. I hardly slept last night.

Peace to you.

Writing © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Harbors Hold Us Anchored

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Harbors hold us anchored, but only until we are brave enough

to admit we needed the rest, and until we seek more

than just the wind. A deep knowing that our hearts

are renewed, by longing more frequently

for the setting sun.

    

Note: My friends I am seeking a deeper rest

but to be honest, I often wonder how.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Cold Waves

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Cold waves marking us, pushing us to the shore,

or perhaps to the safety of a rock layered island

until we can gain our feet again.

   

There are tough times that we don’t understand

pushed to a deceptive safety, but we can

grasp at stone, and slip

maybe even fall

when bravery isn’t true

or when we allow our spirit to drift

over the waves.

   

We can lose ourselves, only to find

we are reinvented.

  

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies