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Currents, running deep beneath the surface
in stillness,
the lake remembers
our need for prayer
in a world of anger
we can still discover
the peace of the lake,
and the wholeness
of the quiet
within.
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Some say the ripping open, the rawness of our scars creates the writer,
but I prefer the gentle movement of the leaves,
the touch of a soft rain, caressing my face
and ducks paddling quietly across
the slow meandering river,
as I listen to the silence
of my heart.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
When oceans hold onto our prayers, remembering
who we once were
who we hope to be again,
our peace will return
in fragments, until
we resurface
into the light.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
The beauty of nature often moves our spirits
beyond words
into the realm of prayer,
and meditation
even into the quiet
beyond
what we can see.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
With our spirits gently drifting within and through
the snowfall,
our words will give shape
to our meditation,
even a poem worthy
of silent reflection,
in the quiet
still held by winter.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
The hand of God painting, with a brush filled with snow,
drawing us closer to our healing
within the peace,
within the quiet held by trees
Listen,
what do you hear?
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
Take a walk in the wilderness, and set your mind free
from the chains of this world.
Breathe in all the goodness
made for you and I.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
