prayer – Ancient Skies

Wings in the Forest

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As sunlight pierced his shadows

he let go of a prayer

and gave it wings,

by forgiving.

Love Never Ending

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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.

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?

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.

Spirit Walking

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When I walk I never walk to a place, but simply

to take in the peace of the sky,

the shape of the clouds

while dreaming of poems,

a prayer will escape sometimes

from my spirit

while I breathe in

all that was made.

Have you seen the clouds today?

In a Quiet Rain

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A softer walk in a quiet rain, fills my spirit

with a sense of stillness,

a deeper peace,

and now words begin

taking shape,

lifting themselves

as poems and prayers.

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.

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