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I love your rosy lips, your bright smile as you try on different hats My Love,

looking in the mirror, looking to me for a sense of validation.

And if you wear this one My Love, no one will ever see me kissing

your cheek, under the brim.

Yes, you will always be beautiful

to me, with or without

your hat on.

 

Note: My wife wears hats all the time (except at home) because she needs to, having had cancer twice now.

Yet you will not find a more positive, beautiful person.

Two things keep us going as a couple and separately…….our faith in God…… and our love for each other.

Peace.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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The Survivors

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For some reason he could not open his eyes. It was the tug on his chest that woke him though. Someone or something was pulling on his left bicep.

“Hold still!” A woman’s voice pushed him back down again when he tried to sit up. He forced one eye open, but his head hurt so badly he passed out again. She must have pulled him away from the wolves, and she was stitching him up.

When he did awake he was inside the earth……wait no……he was in an earthen lodge. The wind outside told him they were in the middle of a tenacious storm. She offered him a bowl of something warm. All she said was, “Drink.” He did, and it was smooth warmth going down. He tasted honey among other things.

She looked at him with a knife in her hands. “I know you’re immune from the last disease unleashed, otherwise you wouldn’t be here….my name is Brie, and I think we should help each other…..but if you ever hurt me……you will be a dead man.” She meant it and he knew it. He tried to say he would never do such a thing…….

He noticed a youngster, maybe 3 years old playing behind her. She said, “His name is Jared, named after his father – long since passed away…..” So that was it, she was alone in the wilderness. And she was pregnant again. He did ask, and she was due in a couple of days. He shook his head that he understood.

“The drink will help you sleep……I’ll need your help in a few days, delivering.” He fell into a deep sleep……thinking that she was attractive, but he was worried about the knife……. at least he did know how a child is born……

from the Apocalyptic Journal

  

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The Christmas Whisper

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She lay awake, next to him listening to him breathe. It was dawn now, and she didn’t want to disturb him, but she really did want to see if it was snowing yet. And it was Christmas now!

As she quietly peered through the window, and into the blue dawn, she saw the wind was up, and carrying the snow almost sideways. Would he like his gift? She sighed, and lay down again, touching his shoulder.

For some reason she needed to tell him how she felt, and she whispered to his sleeping ear, “Did you know you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me……?” She stared at his face, smiling.

He did hear the words, and he let them sink in deeply. It was the greatest thing anyone had ever said to him. He opened his eyes to her beaming smile.

She whispered again, “It’s snowing….”

 

Merry Christmas everyone!

   

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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.

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Through the Love So Amazing

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She had been so badly bruised, used, torn and wounded

when they first met

but it wasn’t a matter of him

finding her,

she rescued him,

she turned him around,

somehow they found each other,

healing given

through each other’s scars

and now the miraculous

came to live within.

Wholeness each day,

through the love

so amazing.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Warm Hearts on Cold Nights

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Hey y’all this is a quick update from the front lines of my wife fighting cancer (for the second time).

Many of you have been asking about her, thank you! We are so wonderfully blessed by your prayers, blessings, well wishes, and positive thoughts!

She has finished the first round of treatments, and the mass in her chest (inside at the rib cage not on her chest) has become smaller! Yay!

That’s the good news. But something is still there, and only a special scan will tell us if there is still cancer.

We have to wait though because the treatments she received are still working to fight this menace.

So how do we stay very much in love with such a big challenge? To be honest it’s easy, but we do make more of an effort to be with each other. After all, in many ways love is a choice.

We talk a lot more, about everything. And sometimes we hold each other and don’t say anything at all.

Our hearts are warm on cold nights.

Just being in the moment and being together has become more valuable than ever.

My wife and I could probably write a book on love over 50, and in overcoming health issues. But that would be another post, and probably another website all together. 🙂

Thank you again! We wish you peace.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies