The Silence of My Heart


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


Rivers that Have Renewed the Earth


It is true that in the absence of sanity, our spirits search

reaching out

for the calm and peace

we once knew,


we were never descended

from monsters

instead, shaped

formed from the same rivers

that have renewed the earth

since the beginning

of time.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Sunlight Reflecting on Our Surface


With so many rocks overturned, walls broken within our spirits

we fight for the rain, to bring back our rivers

for heaven to descend,

cleansing our flags,

and hopefully restore

our shattered pieces

or at least have some sunlight

reflecting on our surface

diffusing into the blue

So we create a new flow don’t we?

a deeper journey,

worth keeping

within our hearts

as we become the wholeness

we have prayed for.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies