Wordflow Resting

Spirit poems and the shape of our prayers,

will be much more beautiful,

so much stronger

when our bodies and minds

are at rest.

Wordflow resting.

Note: I’m on a one day blogging break, and will return in a day or so.

Peace.

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

A Day of Rest

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I like many people, around the world, am beginning a day of rest. Some call it the Sabbath or Shabbat.

No, I wasn’t born Jewish but I really enjoy the concept. It’s liberating really….to have one day a week,

to put everything aside…..and just rest. Renewed, restored and very much alive.

I’ll see you in a day or so.

Peace.

     

Writing and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

The Dark Comfort

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When I write of the dark now, the enfolding, the pouring in of midnight, I’m not referring to evil, the seeking to destroy, the choking of our humanity, with talons extended,

or even of the darkness of our anointed narcissist, screaming so sadly of his insanity, supported by the prayers of some of the faithful, often confused, and sometimes worse…

no, I write of that dark comfort, stillness enfolding into us, like twilight wrapping us, holding us,

a silence of the heart…where we sometimes go, where stars live….still clinging to the night, watching over us,

over the deepest parts of us….causing even our scars to bow down, hoping for release,

like when birds awaken, praying, fighting sleep, to greet the dawn. It’s OK to go quiet during the rebirth of wings,

instead of leaving our spirits shredded, left in ruins. We don’t have to accept ourselves wearing a reality of dark wings trembling.

We do know the way, don’t we?

      

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies