Our hearts were never meant to be broken,
over and over again
our love fractured,
and yet spring
is such a beautiful healing,
moving us forward
each year
repairing our spirits.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
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Fresh Thunder by Zhang Wei Ping (translation)
This is Beautiful! Please see the original post, translated by Mary Tang.
On Eagle’s Wings
A poem is a prayer, sent on eagle’s wings
to encourage
and strengthen us.
And our words will lift us
carrying
our spirits, above and beyond.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
The Sweet Quiet River
They say the sands of time will erase our scars,
but the sweet quiet river is a healing
internal, flowing in the letting go,
and in the knowing
we are loved.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
The Baking of Bread
In the winter, bread baking means three things at our place,
that we are all home together, the festival of lights is near,
and that there is joy in celebrating,
the gift of light.
Poetry © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
image unknown artist via google
Especially Down By the Lake
We can see our breath now My Love, especially down by the lake,
and sometimes, when we close our eyes, I can see the fog
drifting quietly over the water, as if there is a voice
and the vacant trees are witnesses
as we take off our gloves
to hold
each other’s hand.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
No Victory Without Love
As racism surges forward, may we all run with the wind
have the courage of lions, fight with the strength we’ve been given
and always use the armor and weapons of love.
There is no victory
without love.
Poetry © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
image credit to original artist/s via google
