The Words I’ve Been Carrying

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I turn towards the light, spinning some words, singing a phrase

expecting the revelation, instead water falls on me

but I am cleansed mostly

fig leaves never hiding me

or the words I’ve been carrying for so long,

waiting to write. So I begin again….

We all have a story.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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A Quiet in My Spirit

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As the depth sways, moving… gently this way and that,

waves rise holding on

to the light,

sending sparkles into the air

I sense a quiet…

within my spirit,

then a moment of prayer

washes over me….

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, 2019, ancient skies

The Early Morning Light

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In the early morning light, leaves speak of peace

and a gentle rain

while a bumble bee hovers

watching me, as if I was intruding.

A chipmunk darts, when a pair of wings opens

and hops from one tree limb to another, hopeful.

“Will you release your prayer?” the crow seems to say,

I realize in the early morning light, of the deep forest…..

it is time.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies