Such a Beautiful Healing

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