Surrendered moments within the depths of silence, the forest
a sea of green holding
our thoughts and prayers closely
as if we were filled now
with a quiet spirit.
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Category: quiet
In the Spring Woods
In the spring woods, listening to the water dancing,
we can see more clearly to the other side
a spirit vision through the water,
bringing healing
through the mist
of battle scars.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
My Sunday Afternoon
People don’t read the paper on Sunday anymore, do they? We I guess if it’s online. Today I’m taking it easy. After church, and lunch with the family, I’m spending some time reading.
Currently I’m reading Jan Karon’s book, Somewhere Safe with Somebody Good. I’ve had this book on my shelf for years and even started it once, but it’s been like rediscovering buried treasure! I think I’ve now read the whole Mitford series. I can’t wait to see what else I have on my shelf!
I’m also writing today. When I go back and read what I wrote months ago, I can’t believe how many changes are needed!
Tonight there’ll be some buttered popcorn, and a movie with my sweetheart. I’ve found the best movies are usually watched at home.
Before then, it’s always good to have a nap! Isn’t that what Sundays are made for?
I don’t have Facebook or Twitter so thanks for listening to me ramble.
So how are you spending your day?
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Ghost Writer
Did you think I was dead? I admit I look ridiculous standing in the middle of the forest,
enjoying the fog, listening for angel’s wings,
but I’m just waiting for the flame
of another poem, or at least
some simple phrases
to be lit deep within my heart.
So no I’m not dead, not yet.
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The Quiet of Our Spirits
Nature will usually run its course regardless
of whether our wounds are healed,
but sometimes snow can speak
to who we are,
and who we would like to be.
It all starts with the quiet
of our spirits.
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Silently Through the Pine Trees Unseen
When it snows I often think about God,
it must be exhausting carrying
the weight of knowing everything,
all the time
yet He moves silently through
the pine trees unseen,
and when He walks, there are never
any tracks in the snow,
only the peace
He left behind.
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The Flow of the Winter Sun
When ice flow melds into the ravens’ wings, freezing
and hindering their hate
we will drape ourselves with immeasurable beauty
the pine trees magnificent,
the strength
of the colder air
and the peace washing us
in the snow,
all within
the flow
of the winter sun.
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