Into the Rain

20180930_123817I’m dusting off my leather bound journal, finding my favorite pen, and I’ve put together a small stack of poetry books,

on the kitchen table, including one called, Hope in the Morning……and later a walk into the rain, down by the lake,

if it’s not too cold. I love how rain drops fall, on the water singing their own special music.

Right now though it’s time for some cheesy eggs and toast, dipping in my tea bag into a steaming cup

making English Breakfast tea. I love these rainy mornings……

I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but been taking one day a week to recharge. I work alot

so I find it essential, and maybe we were made this way, but I didn’t pick a particular day, it just kind of happened.

So on late Friday afternoons until sometime on Saturday I’ll disappear, but only a little. I have preplanned a couple of posts.

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

      

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies.

In Those Canyons Within

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In those canyons within our lives where we search

for a safe place,

a quiet space,

to renew and begin again

we needn’t look far

to find the open arms

of nature and peace,

allowing

our rivers to run freely.

     

Note: I’m actually off today recharging. Following a one day out of seven concept. Until tomorrow. Peace.

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Hope Keeps You Alive

I don’t even know how to say this. This is not a joke, it’s not a poem, it’s not a piece of fiction……my wife has cancer again.

This is the 3rd time now, and the mass inside her chest is even bigger than the last time.

To be honest it’s devastating. We are both devastated, and yet……a nurse recently told us,

“Hope keeps you alive.” And that’s so true….we have seen it many times.

I ask for your positive thoughts and prayers, for the one I love.

           

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P.S. I will post some older work for awhile. It will help me to focus and remain active. If you leave messages I will eventually see them.

Yes, we will be taking good care of each other.

Peace.

 

Birdsong Awakens

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Birdsong awakens the forest renewed, leaves surge

and I sense a new blood now

in my veins,

I pause

with my pen flashing,

the wordflow shifting

from the colder air.

I hold the moment

breathing phrases,

hopefully forming….

a poem

from my spirit.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: I know it is a little early for spring, but I’m in that mindset now.

Born of Our Heartsong

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In our essence deep within, our spirit moves, shifts

our vision of who we are,

as we search for the healing

and acceptance

we have always longed for.

Wordflow begins,

something of a poem,

something of a prayer

or are they the same?

And we see poems begin,

born of our heartsong.

       

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