Life Across the Sky

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The light of dawn

warming the autumn air

streaking

life across the sky.

     

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Embracing Our Survival

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When every tribe, language, ethnic group and nation,

begins to learn

to respect one another

harming no one,

the Earth will embrace

our survival, teaching us

to be gentle

and the essence

of life. Amen.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Light Was Already Dancing

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As I walked into the woods today the light was already dancing,

filtered through the leaves,

pulling me,

pulling my spirit closer,

into the healing.

I stood for a long time

at rest, confident,

grateful even

that I was part of the earth now,

part

of the light dancing.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies

Note: From my archives.

The Apocalyptic Journal

 

wild poniesI’ve started writing a new series of very short stories, and poetry with an apocalyptic or post – apocalyptic setting. The Last Fish was one of these. I have written in this vein before and really enjoy it.

In these poems – stories you will always see something positive in spite of the end of all things taking place, or having taken place. And you will see some influences from historical Native American – First Nations stories.

Let me know what you think. They will not always be centered on beauty and nature which are ideas I’m known for I guess. They are absolutely an experiment though. They are not always related, but some I think would make a fine novel!

Thanks for reading, and let me know!

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Regardless

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Having been a man of the spirit, he was surprised at the size of the wound. Clutching, his side, he barely made it to a large rock, where he collapsed.

He realized now, forgiveness was more than a tasty flavor, to make life beautiful again. It really was – a process of healing. He picked himself up, aiming for the top of the ridge……but it seemed impossible. He stumbled…..

He would pray, regardless of how he felt, regardless of how his faith would change. But first he needed the safety of trees, the protection of bark. The age of angels seemed to be over now.

The earth had been given as a gift, a starting place….. he needed to feel safe again…..in order to begin.

   

Note: I am fine, but healing is a process.

 Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies