A storm rolled through the valley today,
as I listened, to the thunder speaking
I was grateful
for the peace yet remaining
in the mountains.
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Category: storms
The Words I’ve Been Carrying
I turn towards the light, spinning some words, singing a phrase
expecting the revelation, instead water falls on me
but I am cleansed mostly
fig leaves never hiding me
or the words I’ve been carrying for so long,
waiting to write. So I begin again….
We all have a story.
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Downpour
Torrential rains in a downpour
as the wind roars, ripping
through trees,
while dark clouds
cover the mountains,
making them invisible.
And I wonder – does God make storms so we can rest and do some writing?
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Emergency Personnel
Have you ever been in a car accident? Or had your house on fire, or needed an ambulance? Or been caught in a blizzard?
This is a thank you to all of the emergency personnel that help us in our greatest times of need – thank you!
You are some of the most amazing people! You are the greatest of all heroes!
Writing © Copyright 2019, ancient skies, video from youtube
As Snow Clouds Roll Down from the Mountains
A quiet storm, as snow clouds roll down from the mountains
drifting over the valley carrying a few small flakes
meandering, swirling here
and there, and as I look beyond
the grey and white, I can see the shape
of hawk wings, his wings cutting the air,
his strength bringing
larger flakes, I quietly wish him,
“Good hunting my brother……”
as I zip up my jacket further,
and continue walking, now covered
in a deluge
of white.
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Praying Together
If we join our hands, and our hearts My Love,
perhaps our world will be
more beautiful when we open our eyes,
and if not, then at least
we will have the strength
to make it through
the storms.
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In Our Seasons Hidden
In our seasons hidden
a mystery of nature,
teaching us
we are not in control
of our storms,
and yet
we are so completely,
undeniably
loved,
even in the rain.
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