The Mystery of a Poem

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The mystery of a poem dwells within our hearts,

as we connect and flow,

turning over words

until

we are a river

from the sacred mountains.

    

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In the Wild Streams

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Will our children enjoy the depths of the wild streams when the end of all things is completed? Yes, as the ravens guard the river flow, and as wild geese fly over.

Having been washed by the great trouble we can see now, when our tribulation will end. As cities descend into ruins, the Earth will be healed, and cover over what used to be.

And we will not only bathe in the wild streams, but a new rotation will bring a cooling, and plants will no longer be burned. Our future generations of survivors will feel safe, within their deliverance.

     

Note: From the Apocalyptic Journal

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Our Rivers Will Speak to Us

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When we are quiet, our spirits drifting

into peace

our rivers will speak to us

as we covet the love

in our hearts.

And yes

it is true sometimes

rivers will carry us

to make a stand.

My friends my river is speaking, and it says Nationalism falsely parades as patriotism. It’s not patriotic.

In one single year from 2016 to 2017 hate crimes against Hispanics in our country went up 40%.

In that same year 2016 to 2017 anti-Semitic hate crimes in our country went up about 60%!!

What does that tell you?

It says Nationalism causes hatred because of an atmosphere of division and strife.

Push back on hate!!

Please vote on November 6th!!

Hatred is un-American.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

A Soft Rain Caresses Gently

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A soft rain caresses gently, running into streams as the joy

of the Earth accepts the sky’s offering,

and sparrows celebrate

over the widening river

so lovingly held

in the hands of the mountain.

And one day,

this same river will empty itself

as a sacrifice

into the expanse of the sea

and the endless horizon.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies