Welcome to Ancient Skies

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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The Strength of Our Wing

The strength of our wing, the power

of our words

always depends

on the heart,

the freedom

within.

     

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Hope Begins to Fill My Eyes

With wings outstretched, tilting my head, then banking to the left I break the pattern, the shell encasing my sky,

refusing the bonds or to live in the darkness of being discouraged… hope begins to fill my eyes,

with new life until finally the horizon comes into view, and I am free.

Amen.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

As the Wind Moves Over the Hawk’s Shoulder

A solitary golden feather is lifted as the wind moves over the hawk’s shoulder.

Chipmunks are breathless as the mountains bask in the sunlight.

Yet the hawk spins his head towards a murmuring sound close by. A lone figure, praying in the shadows of the mountain.

Peace is seldom easy, so the hawk kept silent, honoring his descendants.

Weren’t humans descended from birds of prey?

   

Note: Influenced by Native American creation stories.

     

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Spirit Wings Extended

My light, ignited by the colors of autumn,

spirit wings extended,

and the poems?

They simply write,

themselves

having learned how to fly.

     

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The Wings of Our Spirit

Since we are no longer held by the darkness that covers

our poems can fly now

within our prayers,

released finally

towards the sun

from the wings

of our spirit.

     

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As Light Dances on the Water

My spirit wings are always made stronger,

able to fly further

as I breathe in the forest

and as light

dances on the water.

   

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Songs Floating in the Western Wind

It’s not that his soul was lost, he simply refused

to back down

when the hawks began to stare,

as he allowed his spirit

to take off,

through the pine trees.

To this day,

songs can be heard

in the distance

floating

in the western wind.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Over the Oceans

When we cast our prayers over the oceans, will the waves remember us?

And will the wind be able to cleanse us pushing through our grey

shadows in order to bring the refreshing?

hopefully our words will catch wings ascending

beyond the clouds where our voice

will be heard, and our spirits

lifted. At least

we hope so.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Faith is the Bird

“Faith is the bird that feels the light when dawn is still dark.”

Rabindranath Tagore         

  

May the wings of faith awaken us

pouring hope

and love

into our hearts.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies, quote originally posted November 2016