The space between our wounds, was always meant for the peace descending,
in the form of light.
Wholeness
in our spirit wings.
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Wholeness in Our Spirit Wings
Category: wings
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.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
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.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
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.
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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
