Survival

20160418_122232I was surprised when you produced such a clean set of daggars, even after I told you I was hurting……

but you didn’t care, even thinking it was funny, and yes your death blows were devastating……

but each one cracking, opening up a space for light, to seep through and slowly…..

I could see more clearly. Yes I died every day, but eventually I figured out how to pull my shape back together quickly……..

the fragments, the frozen pieces, and I began refusing your kingdom of abandonment and strangulation……

and I walked away, never running, because to be honest, I’m not scared of you anymore.

Note: I’m fine, and my wife and I are fine. We all go through tragedies of some type, dont we? These feelings are expressing pieces of what it feels like……to survive.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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Happy Easter

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We are so amazingly loved……aren’t we?

And contained within

is the mystery discovered.

Even the renewal

of earth declares

the shape, the sense

of wholeness.

Happy Easter!

I have many readers with a different faith than my own, so I wish everyone here the blessings of renewal and peace!

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

A Very Special Thank You

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This is a very special thank you because you are a very special group of readers, thank you!

And thank you to all those across the planet, that have been praying for and thinking some positive thoughts for my wife. The mass in her chest (inside her, not on her chest) is actually smaller now, due to treatment. Yay!!

We are in a waiting phase now, for maybe a month or two, to see how it looks through special scans. Then another decision will be made as to whether or not more treatments are needed.

We are so grateful for all of our friends here and for your prayers!!

We wish you peace.

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

I Love the Wildness in the Wind

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I love the wildness in the wind, buffeting

as it roars

through the pine trees,

threatening us with snowflakes swirling,

moving the branches of the oak trees

as if to say winter never left

us at all.

I simply smile remembering

the flowers, and the light rain

that washes us,

and the brightness

of the sun that embraces us,

the new life born again, after

the wildness in the wind.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies