The Deepest Parts of Our Spirits

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If peace is a river, why do the nations rage?

perhaps we are still broken, needing the gentle rain

to wash us, and our new soil

preparing us for

the resurrection

of spring,

a sense of hope

healing the deepest parts

of our spirits.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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There is a Warm Breeze Now

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There is a warm breeze now, slowly pushing its way over the lake,

holding a scent of water and trees, coming to rest

on the poet’s face. He looks up

realizing his sky is not empty, as he reaches

for the pen that’s filling itself

with words, and holding the photograph

in his mind, he begins

to write.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies