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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?
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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.
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As the concrete lets go of the heat of the day,
shade wins the battle
turning into night
as the cool air lifts our spirits
we walk under the street lights
holding hands grateful
for the spray
of the water fountains.
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And after the storm we know more of peace don’t we?
As if the rain had drawn us in, to a quiet depth within
our spirits, our hearts filled
with deer in the deep forest
and leaves gently moving,
still holding
the rain drops.
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Creeks swell in late spring, with a quiet strength,
longing to become rivers
guiding my spirit
to a beautiful peace.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
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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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.
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