As I Walk Through This Forest


As I walk through this forest my God,

I thank You for Your peace, and I lift up

the poor that need healthcare,

the refugees that need freedom,

and Father in heaven, please protect

the earth. May You keep us

from imploding with hate

and greed.



Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

The Great Oak Tree


It was one of those mornings where the wind had no mercy on the Great Oak Tree. The huge bare branches creaked as the tree moaned in pain. The temperature was about 6 degrees, enough to weaken even the strongest oak.

But really the oak had no thought of himself, because he had a greater concern. As the poet walked by briskly, mumbling words from Rumi, or was it a prayer? The Great Oak Tree made even more moans and creaking sounds to catch his attention.

The poet stopped and listened. He heard very distinctly the wind speaking through the branches, “Please don’t forget the poor this year, especially the ones without a home.”

A tear fell from the poet’s eye, or was it just the cold? And he did go on his way, mumbling again words from Rumi, or was it from Tagore?

But he did not forget the poor, and kept thinking as he walked …… what he could give this year.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

So We Can Love Again


When our love for humanity is devastated by the sins

of rhetoric, deeds of the unholy – there is

still a source of singing, the music

deep within us, bringing

healing to others

going deeper.


And I love how the earth is cleansed

every day as if the Creator

is forgiving – pointing us

to the waves

washing us,

so we can love again.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”