Embracing Our Survival

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When every tribe, language, ethnic group and nation,

begins to learn

to respect one another

harming no one,

the Earth will embrace

our survival, teaching us

to be gentle

and the essence

of life. Amen.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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In that Sacred Place

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In that place of stillness, of sunlight sifting through the leaves,

in the quiet corridors of the human heart

where we can hear and understand,

clearly shape some poems

and prayers,

from who we truly are……

deep down,

a sacred place.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Sand Dunes

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I was in my heart on a dry day, and the ocean wind would not satisfy, no matter how much I believed.

So I went through the dunes hunting. Hunting for a reason some people are healed…..

and why some only have the faith of a little bird, with small wings.

Still others are a tortoise shell, hiding their heart, protecting themselves at all costs.

I breathed, and I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t keep holding it all, so I let it all go……every heartache.

And finally I allowed myself……to embrace the wind……from the ocean. 

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Silence Calls to Me

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As my walk goes deeper into the forest, the silence calls to me.

Cooler air envelops the trees

covered by the shade, I turn suddenly when a sparrow leaves her nest.

Noticing the sunlight is diffused now

looking with my heart filled,

I bow my head

as a lone crow ruffles his feathers

disturbed by my sense

of quiet.

We do make peace and then…..

I let the words flow,

but is it really a prayer?

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

You and I on the Ridgetop

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On the ridgetop you and I could see why prophets weep over the valley,

and the strength of rivers reaching

into and beyond the dry bones.

Even today the tribes still seek

the safety of stone

a sacred space

to keep all their prayers.

You cried a little

when you finally saw it.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies