The Christmas Hawk

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She loved the way the cold air filled her feathers on Christmas Day. First through the blue skies,

and then as she turned, and banked and even spun around twirling straight into a snow squall,

high up on the ridge. There was so much joy this day! A new day filled with hope, and life never ending, declared……openly.

it was all about the Anointed One, the star lighting the hearts of humans. She continued to twirl, banking and turning,

praising God with her wings as the snow came down heavily with the wind that never ends……

and somewhere in that wind beyond the tallest oak trees……she heard a choir singing…….

Merry Christmas everyone!

If you have a different faith I’m so glad you’re here. Peace and wonderful blessings to you as well!

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Best Gift

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He was out shopping from store to store and found some ear rings for her. The sounds of the season filtered

through the speakers of the mall, and yet something didn’t feel right. She had barely survived the transplant

and all he had to give her was, ear rings? It had been such a horrible year, he needed to give her something special,

but he just didn’t know what. He fought through the crowds with such a small gift, until he finally

made it back to the car, frustrated. He was almost in tears as he whispered into the dark, “God I need something special this year…..”

And then it came suddenly, struck him really, he would write her a poem!

He would pour out his heart. That’s all he ever really had, anyway.

They both cried when she tore the paper, opening the gift on Christmas Day, tucked into a wooden frame.

To this day it is mounted proudly on the wall

next to her bed. “The best gift ever…..” she said.

He had given his heart once again.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Holiday Gifts

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In my gift wrapping this year, I’m wrapping some very special gifts for you my readers.

Did you know I wrote fiction? Don’t worry I will keep them very short! That’s one mistake we fiction writers can make here on wordpress, making them too long. Lol.

Over the next few days I will share some of the adventure that I’ve written.

There’s the heartwarming story of Henry Vu, who was Vietnamese when he lived on the Earth – yet now he is an angel, that goes around helping people!

Then there is the sci-fi post-apocalyptic adventure called The Last People on Planet Earth. How will they find each other?

And I have some cool stories about Native Americans/First Nations people. One character is named Thunder Speaking.

Intrigued? I thought so.

So kick back, de-stress and have some fun.

And yes I’ll throw some poetry into your holiday stocking.

Peace!!

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

New Dreams

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I remember weeping when you told me your dream of having hair again,

looking at old photographs telling the story

but now it’s Christmas, My Love

and the beauty of the season

is still healing us.

As the grief dissipates

we can dream new dreams

as as we embrace the future

nose to nose,

smiling, walking within the lights

as we hold each others hand.

    

Note: I share this as a matter of personal experience, of how love sees us through the difficult times, not out of any sense of self pity.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies