Thankfulness

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Within our hearts a power we seldom tap into

or reveal, a positive flow of choosing

to be thankful,

changing us

and our world.

What are you thankful for today?

           

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

When Storm Clouds Roll

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When storm clouds roll, and rage, and rumble,

may our spirits reach for the peace, ascending

above the noise of battle

and yet rooted

in who we truly are

and who we know

we need to be.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Happy Thanksgiving

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In our heart of hearts we long for home,

and a sense of belonging

that speaks to us.

Over the next few days, millions of people around my part of the world, will be traveling with the longing for home within them.

The gathering together, the drawing in.

Life is not always about the battles, and scars. It’s also very much about the healing, the joy, the forgiveness, the love and yes belonging.

My wife and I have much to be thankful for.

From our home to yours,

Happy Thanksgiving! 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Note: The photo above is not from our home, but a museum. I’ll be off for the next few days but have a few posts planned. Peace.

The Night of Dragons

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Fur coated dragons drifted into the kingdom during the night, along with a fresh coat of ice.

Snow swirled from time to time, giving a false sense of innocence to the difusion of light.

Yet the dragons only carried a holy fire, so the people were not afraid when the fires broke out.

They had waited so very long for deliverance, from leaders gone rogue, only the guilty were burned.

The people were sober, it was not a time to rejoice, but they knew what the dragons had done, was right.

And the fur coated dragons returned to their kingdom, in the cover of night. The ice remained, yet silent.

Snow swirled from time to time, giving a false sense of innocence.

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Snow Clouds

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As I watch from my window, snow clouds drift in over the mountains, and I think of the ridge filled with pine trees,

and the boulder where I sat and prayed last summer, and that time when she still had cancer, and we held hands looking over the valley.

And I know now, it’s always about looking forward, refusing the scars or being controlled by them.

It’s all about hope and peace falling over us, like snow gently falling from snow clouds…….over the top of the mountain.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies