I Saw Smoke in the Valley

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I was in one of my mountains, blending

so beautifully with the One,

a deep forest leading to the ridge,

but I saw smoke in the valley, and the sun

turning blood red

I prayed and I knew I could not stay,

at first I heard nothing

but the wind.

And then I heard that still small voice

saying, “Go my son,

you have brothers and sisters there –

still in the fight.”

   

Standing in the fight against hate.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

When the Bluebird Sings

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When the bluebird sings she lifts her voice, as a prayer for us

that we will be encouraged, focusing on the beauty

filling us, seeing the deer

in the wildflowers,

breathing in the coolness

and the strength of the forest,

conquering our own mountains.

And as we smile, the bluebird’s faith

becomes even stronger.

    

Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Image from Audubon via google

video from youtube