On some days there are prayer poems dancing, maneuvering within my being,
and I can only hold them until the midday sun, giving them wings,
letting them go, watching them spin ascending
into that space between earth and sky
into the air unfettered
they fly.
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Even within our worst isolation, we rage
against the lonely grey
reaching, searching,
clawing at the edges
somehow finding the strength
to pray, or at least to look over our shoulder
sensing a speck of light,
the kind we used to know,
so that we hold on anyway,
building another layer
of hope.
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I have alot of new readers lately and many of you are international, so I just wanted to say, welcome to my blog!
I’m so glad you’re here! Unless you’re a bully. No bullies allowed!
I have more than 2,600 posts here, mostly I write poetry now. I do write some minifiction.
I love combining the ideas of nature, spirit, wholeness, healing, and how words can encourage us.
Hope is one of my biggest themes! Here is a small sample of the way I write:
Winter peace speaks to me,
within my spirit
in the silence
of the falling snow.
Welcome to Ancient Skies!
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In the sacred song of autumn’s surrender
in the gentleness of leaves floating
drifting in the wind,
our poems turn upward
into the blue light
and the fury of snow.
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In our heart of hearts, far beyond any wounded love,
rooted still deep within us
we already know the song,
the shape of melodies flowing,
and the peace, the quiet
that carries us into
a sense
of wholeness.
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We cannot own love and grasp it tightly,
but we are simply filled,
allowing it to move within us,
starting as a stream moving
into the power of a river,
even filling us as an ocean
untamed,
covered
by an endless sky.
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Note: From my archives.
As we turn towards the encouragement of the sun,
strengthened words will flow
into our hearts and minds
until they take shape escaping
as a poem
or a prayer.
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I saw some stars again tonight, looking up
I was expecting God to speak
did you know He shapes
our heavens? shaping
little pieces
of light
piercing
our endless nights.
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Spirits with heart wings, we grew in desolations
refusing to yield to the darkness, we attach
ourselves to the sky
with bare hope as our thread
to at least something
more tangible
more beautiful
than who we are
in the daylight.
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As the pine trees sway in the warm summer breeze,
I finally reach the top of the ridge
and my heart skips
a beat
while the ascending begins
I look up
and a prayer escapes,
from my heart.
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