wings – Ancient Skies

As the Wind Moves Over the Hawk’s Shoulder

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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.

Spirit Wings Extended

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My light, ignited by the colors of autumn,

spirit wings extended,

and the poems?

They simply write,

themselves

having learned how to fly.

The Wings of Our Spirit

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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.

As Light Dances on the Water

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My spirit wings are always made stronger,

able to fly further

as I breathe in the forest

and as light

dances on the water.

Songs Floating in the Western Wind

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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.

Over the Oceans

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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.

Faith is the Bird

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“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.

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