prayer – Ancient Skies

As the Sunlight Sparkles

As the sunlight sparkles on the lake, a few clouds slowly meander,

brushing by a memory,

sparking really a prayer

a hope

that brings shape to a poem,

so gently.

Hope Within Our Poetry

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Scars won’t keep our hope in the darkness,

instead our words will live

within our poetry,

encouraging us,

strengthening us

each and every day.

Embracing Spirit

Within our limited frames we are so much more than just bones carrying our brains,

an inner life of traveling through, of breathing in and embracing spirit,

the true person not seen.

Birdsong Travels

In waves of cloudflow, birdsong travels

to a future time, sending notes

and prayers

to our coming spring.

And Earth begins her warming.

Prayer Flow

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In our prayer flow we become the river,

infused healing

filling our words

and phrases.

Spirit poems

from hearts

renewed.

As the Wind Moves Over the Hawk’s Shoulder

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A solitary golden feather is lifted as the wind moves over the hawk’s shoulder.

Chipmunks are breathless as the mountains bask in the sunlight.

Yet the hawk spins his head towards a murmuring sound close by. A lone figure, praying in the shadows of the mountain.

Peace is seldom easy, so the hawk kept silent, honoring his descendants.

Weren’t humans descended from birds of prey?

Note: Influenced by Native American creation stories.

Under the Blue Light of Winter

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Hidden away, in the stillness of the snow

under the blue light of winter

a set of eyes,

looking up

with a humble heart

releasing a prayer

and heaven,

as heaven often does,

begins to open

to listen

to the beautiful phrases

of Grandmother Squirrel.

I love when squirrels pray,

don’t you?

Note: Influenced by Native American stories.

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