Tapestries

Our tapestries are not made from our battle scars or tears,

but from our courage,

the audacity to survive,

in the refusal to give up,

we somehow learn to create

new beginnings,

as if it was spring again,

with purple infusing our being,

we build something beautiful

once again.

Note: I will never thank God for my wife having cancer, only for the courage for both us to survive.

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

Our Spirits Will Still Speak to Us

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In this age where beauty and revelation are wounded

from disease and fear,

our spirits will still speak to us,

as if oceans still lived in our frames,

and as strength filters back into us

we will be confident once again,

standing tall

even in the mist and the ruins.

       

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Hope Begins to Fill My Eyes

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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

Mustangs

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Our poems will wait to speak to us, as we hide ourselves away

confident, in luxury condominiums setting up our safety.

But in our living through the storm,

up on the ridge, with our breath taking us

into the wildness of words, where mustangs

fill our minds, and pine trees

are tossed by the wind,

with blizzards that shake loose

our hesitation

blowing through

the fragments

of our hearts,

we become confident

of our survival,

in a place where

our pens run free

and the poetry paints

the wildness

of our spirits.

       

I will be posting here once in a while. Thank you for reading!

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies