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As quiet streams gently meander through our spirits,
a new light begins, to fill our eyes
teaching our hearts
the healing and beauty
of our deliverance
and to trust that we really can
be lifted, souls
running as free as the wind.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Quiet streams in the evening light, usually call to us
having spoken, not of the next life
but of this one
whispering peace
to our spirits,
drawing us
to love
one another.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
As light reflects on the ocean’s surface
so too our spirits reflect
the light we’ve been given,
shimmering
so wonderfully.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
The ripples of our peace will follow us
as we encourage each other,
covering
our world, with a beauty
long forgotten.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
In the gentleness of a waterfall,
there are so many reasons
to believe that we are loved,
as the mist covers us,
anointing us with a baptism
of healing,
growing our wings,
lifting
our spirits far above and beyond
any scars, still lingering.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
In the light, where the darkness is defeated
we will find our words breathing, even poetry
from the deepest parts of our soul,
as our strength is increased
we turn and learn
to write.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
The forest doesn’t hold onto our echoes,
absorbing the sound
so that we can listen,
to our presence
and our hearts.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
