May Peace Flow in All of Our Hearts

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I’ve been writing alot lately about the oceans. The oceans can fill us with their depth, their calmness and strength.

And they are endless, inspiring us, encouraging us that everything will be ok.

And spring is bringing us new life. The earth is renewing herself, and us so beautifully.

Rivers are also wonderfully capable of filling our hearts.

Even though I enjoy writing in many genres, now is not the time.

We all need hope, courage, strength and encouragement, just to make it through day by day.

May peace flow in all of our hearts.

Amen.

      

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Note: Keep fighting, and stay healthy.

I Turned My Eyes

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Having rejected despair, I turned my eyes to the depth

of the oceans,

the unlimited horizon,

sunlight speaking,

restoring me with peace,

as the pine trees stood strong

and steadfast

along the shoreline.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Solitude

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I may not get to the mountain top today,

or walk in the tall grass

but I can surround myself

with the woods, seeking light,

or walk by the lake,

pause on a rock watching

the ducks gently paddle,

as I close my eyes,

breathing deep.

       

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Note: I like many of you, feel a need to have an inner quiet, a time to reassess and pull back.

I know I always work too hard, post too often. And everytime I say I’m taking a break, it doesn’t happen for long. It’s who I am I guess.

One way I have made time though, is by sharing from my archives. So I’ll do that for awhile, and post less often.

My priorities are to take care of my wife, and my own health.

I’ll also be spending even more time outside (yay!), learning more yoga, exercising, and reading.

I love reading paranormal spy thriller novels, and poetry. My favorite poets right now are Rupi Kaur and Courtney Peppernell.

Thank you for reading!

Messenger in the Woods

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I was in prayer, walking deep into the woods that day, when I caught a glimpse of light out of the corner of my eye.

I stopped and noticed a shape fading in and out, a man dressed in the clothing of the First People.

Sea shells and talons hung dangling from his shoulders. Two feathers were tucked in his head,

tilted a certain way, which told me he was both a warrior and a messenger.

Was that a bird in his hands? When he raised his hands a set of wings was released, as he chanted blessings to the sky.

A strong wind began blowing through my hair, when I knew a strong peace had filled me, from the most ancient of times.

He was gone in a peel of thunder…..and I knew the Creator had spoken,

in a way

I could understand.

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies