Wings Filtering Through the Trees

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Having dispelled the rain from the forest I noticed a slight wind from east and a set wings,

filtering through the trees. I never did see her, but recognized her light, with a tinge of blue.

All she said really was, “Encourage one another, that is how you win…..”

Suddenly there were only wings in my vision, and her blinding light. An angel…..

or was she an eagle after all?

        

Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Heartbeats

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The best thing about mountains, is that our fears cannot hold us,

and the higher we climb, the smaller our problems appear,

while our heartbeats ring in our ears, the wind sings

in the pine trees, and our spirits dance

with the eagles, as they fill

the blue sky.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

The Rider

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There was no saddle, as he gently nudged the horse forward – his favorite, the black and white, long mane so graceful. He shifted slightly, as he looked up and in one magnificent motion, they lunged – attacking the hill, the horse snorting his approval.

They aimed for the ridge, passing the pine trees and spruce. The smell overcame his leather. Higher and higher they climbed, with the muscles of the horse rippling, straining, hooves digging into the earth and rock.

And then they were at the top, where the large oak was on fire with yellow and red. And the eagle waited patiently in the oak, as he had promised. But it was the hawk that gently landed on his  shoulder, that encouraged him the most.

It was then that the poet knew, he was home again.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

In the Highest Mountains

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In the highest mountains our spirits rejoice in the freedom,

and are filled with the encouragement of the wind

while enjoying the fellowship of eagles,

our confidence returns.

       

May we always remember these moments,

when we are forced into the darkest of valleys.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

When We Leave the Stream

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There are times, where we learn and grow, leaving the stream gradually,

our soul longing for the solid earth, the strength of certainty,

the dirt feels right, between our toes.

       

Still, we want the risk,

the excitement of the waves,

the freedom of the horizon, the unknown,

as an eagle dwells deep within us,

reminding us of past victories.

        

Growth of new wings, our spirits climbing high,

never looking back, as we look forward

into the rising sun,

realizing finally

we really do have the courage,

and we can make it after all.

       

Based on an earlier work called Leaving the Stream

Originally posted October 2015 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

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

The Hearts of Eagles

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And the hearts of eagles do not accept their cages,

even for rehab, scars healing, wings mending, they dream

of flying, of giving honor to the sky.

     

And when the time is right they are released,

with wings covering us, truly

warriors of the heavens

once again.

       

Hearts never ceasing – to be courageous. 

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Talking with Eagles

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As we climb the mountain with the wind in our hair

it’s easy to look back wondering how we got free,

and we can see the past for what it truly was.

As we reach the summit, we can be amazed

 at our own strength, capturing the spirit

of the eagle soaring. It’s true

that if we talk to an eagle

we may not get an answer,

but they will often help us

with asking,

the right questions.

         

 Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Beyond the River Rocks

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Beyond the river rocks is the flowing

the natural flooding, of inspiration.

I know there is a world

beyond the river

seeing with human eyes

and an eagle heart

trying to fly gently

and strong

at the same time,

praying for a pen

in my talons.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Sky People – Conclusion

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So when the elders of the people (both men and women)

tell these stories of long ago, they reach back

and bring the colors flowing through eagles,

to life. Usually Grandmothers tell the children

and grandchildren as the people gather

around the fire, that the first storm

was caused by the grey being jealous,

that people came from the sky.

And when there are festivals they paint their faces

with blue and white, reminding them of wingtips

and of course the sky. Little ones listening

many times to the message

“Never forget where you came from.”

“Don’t ever forget.”

“You are descended from eagles.”

Many have survived with these words

hidden in their hearts,

and so it is until this day.

May we never forget.

       

Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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