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There was a presence in the trees, as the snow fell quietly
it nearly took his breath away, this presence counted his scars,
and then there were none
as if he looked back
as a survivor
that could see the air now
a presence that held him
still, he remembered it suddenly
as if it were light.
Yes,
it was called
peace.
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The Earth will sense our hope renewed,
supporting our steps
as we walk
towards peace.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
When winter begins his slow descent
with a low growl through the trees
with a howl in the wind,
we will rebuke him sharply
releasing peace in the snow,
and quiet in our hearts.
Shunning any notion
of an apocalypse.
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Within the wind of our spirits moving,
turning, searching for
our answers
we will feel stronger
within our depths
even at a greater peace
when we say yes
to being loved.
Accepted and secure
we finally take hold
of the right questions.
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In the softness of the autumn sun, a quiet returns
to our hearts
an in between, a season
of twilight, of dreaming
where we remember gathering, holding onto,
yet a time of resting
to cease from striving,
even blankets wrapping us
in a feeling of safety, letting go
trusting the arms,
trusting the smile
of our lover
and the smell of apples
bringing wholeness
in the twilight.
We drift off again.
Autumn.
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Memories of quiet moments drift within our depths,
whispering within our spirits,
until we draw a deeper breath,
hopeful
and strengthened by the peace
we so very much long for.
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Within our ruins, silent prayers for courage
to overcome the rubble
to pursue the healing
even through the graveyards of betrayal
we hope
to find the morning light
while rebuking
the ghosts
of the night
still lingering.
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