contemplation poetry – Ancient Skies

The Beauty of a Sunday

A Prose Poem

The problem with getting older, is that you’ve heard every sermon, or you think you have.

I didn’t learn faith in a church, the woods taught me, when I was young, showed me there was something greater. I saw the church filled with people, but their hearts were not still.

Later, the wooden benches were hard, difficult sermons, long sermons, with harsh words. Railing against the Pope, or President Obama. I was confused, and my heart grew sick.

Healing for me came, in the stained glass, the space. Certainly in the peace, and in the beauty of faith. Now the sermons are shorter, and the words are decorated with love. His presence. What can we give to others?

All of this reminding me of the creation, the woods, the rivers, the mountains, and the beauty of life.

My heart is full now, and contented.

And in the late afternoon, Sundays were made, for napping.

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Cars

I like cars especially,

the old ones,

but I know a man,

that spent $800 a month,

for his car payment, and $200

a month, for gasoline,

not including,

his insurance,

and maintenance costs.

Do you realize how many children,

that would feed?

Have we lost our minds?

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Boat Ride

A Prose Poem

It was the boat ride that first brought the glimpse. It was a clear day with the sun, and the wind tossed the waves. The boat was magnificent, refusing to yield. As she looked at the sky and the water, something took place, something was there, but she didn’t know what it was. The sun was reflecting on the water, but that wasn’t it. Her love was at her side, and they held hands, but that wasn’t it either.

She stared beyond the waves. Dolphins played, and followed the boat. It was then that she knew! Maybe it was their joy, jumping and leaping. Their fun was contagious. It was like talking to an old friend and not remembering their name. The old friend started speaking again, but she hesitated. Should she let him in again? She remembered the pain and the needles, being burnt on the inside. She decided to try one more time.

The sun burst into her heart, as she opened it. Her frail and thin body shook with tears. The old friend was hope, and he came to live again. She came to live again, refusing to yield. The cancer might take her body, but she would always live, from now on, in the hope, and in the light. Death would not control her. And the dolphins jumped for joy.

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Corn

There was always corn,

He created it,

coming up, out of the ground,

growing,

like the first people,

flourishing.

Kernels tucked in green,

food,

for us and the animals,

but now,

after spraying, modifying,

and engineering,

is it still food?

What have we done?

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

She Gave Him a Heartbeat

He was a piece of stone,

frozen,

waiting for her gentle carving,

a chisel, to set him free,

to give him shape,

some form,

a frame of bones.

It was her perfume,

her nose,

on his, an arm,

skin to show him more,

than jumping, and racing for clouds,

that there was electricity,

from heaven,

it was about a heartbeat,

of giving,

surrendering,

self on the floor, yet reaching,

teaching about colors,

and that people matter.

It was slow at first,

but he came alive,

in her arms,

and he realized,

there was such a thing,

called love.

He is awake now.

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

He Gave Her Wings

It was his gentleness,

that dismantled her fears,

he had a large back,

but it was his hands,

on her shoulder,

his lips,

on her cheek,

his whispers of faith,

in her ear,

that brought her out,

called to her,

and she could stop hiding,

because she knew now,

how to trust,

he was her shield.

As she walked, she grew wings,

and she was able to fly now,

spirit in the mountains,

loving his poetry, she had the eyes,

of an eagle,

river flowing far beyond her dreams,

crushing nightmares,

with a candle.

She was whole again,

not just a piece,

together, secure,

and filled with love,

nothing can hold her back now,

not ever,

she has her wings.

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Living in the Final Chapter

In the end of every chapter,

in the walk of every graveyard,

there are always answers,

for the living.

The ghosts said,

“you do not belong here”,

so I took my candle,

and walked,

into the light.

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Tag: contemplation poetry

The Beauty of a Sunday

Cars

The Boat Ride

Corn

She Gave Him a Heartbeat

He Gave Her Wings

Living in the Final Chapter

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