poetry, fiction, nature, culture, compassion, love
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
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.
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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.
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As sunlight pierced his shadows
he let go of a prayer
and gave it wings,
by forgiving.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
The most beautiful poem ever written
was most likely a prayer
never spoken
simple words ascending
from a heart filled
with love,
never ending.
Note: From my archives.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies
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?
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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
