As Our Eyes are Filled with Hope

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Even in our deepest valleys, our canyons marked

with the bluest of grey

comes a light, a dawning really,

that our lives are more than battles,

and that the beauty

of our rivers will carry us,

into oceans of singing

as our eyes

are filled

with hope.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Closer to Our Center

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In the home fires we draw closer to our center, having been so worn,

and torn from our times with a quiet spirit, it often

feels right to regroup and be together

to find again who we really are,

our inner most being

and dwelling

with the ones

we love.

In the quiet.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

In the Silence

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In the silence of pulling back, there are memories of contemplation,

straw hats, pages turning as we walk, the freedom of letting go.

Our stories yet to be written, begin to speak to us,

and our hearts are full again.

Shhh, walk softly.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

A Word for Wednesday

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The word for today is “stillness”. Even in our busy lives we can take time to breathe in the stillness, listening to our hearts and lungs. When we take those few precious moments to contemplate, and refresh our spirits, we will be filled to overflowing. And the power of peace will flow through our lives.

Peace.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

A Late Walk

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A Poem by Robert Frost

When I go up through the mowing field,

The headless aftermath,

Smooth-laid like thatch with heavy dew,

Half closes the garden path.

     

And when I come to the garden ground,

The whir of sober birds

Up from the tangle of withered weeds

Is sadder than any words.

    

A tree beside the wall stands bare,

But a leaf that lingered brown,

Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,

Comes softly rattling down.

    

I end not far from my going forth

By picking the faded blue

Of the last remaining aster flower

To carry again to you.

    

Poetry by Robert Frost

Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Winter Trees

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I went walking in the woods yesterday, (yes it was cold) and I was amazed at the lighting and lines of the trees. Here are a few samples. I think next time I will try black and white. There is a short poem at the end.

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Pretending to be dead but very much alive,

their roots cannot be defeated, breathing

through the soil, waiting for the right time

to burst with life and color, and air

for us to breathe.

 

Writing, Poetry and Images © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Sea

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He always did love the open sea,

a place to remember,

to never forget,

looking deep into the water,

he could see his own soul,

without time, without boundaries,

far past the horizon,

up into the heavens,

wondering about Buddha,

endless.

Contemplation and healing,

in a dolphin’s fin,

the toss of a wave,

the answers of a seagull,

he could embrace the journey,

without being judged.

A place to remember,

to never forget,

wholeness.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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