The Spreading of Wings Extended

The spreading of wings extended, the spreading of leaves

through tree limbs stretching,

I walk and breathe and move,

yet I am spirit too,

in the knowing.

Moving even closer

to a sense of quiet in my spirit,

I lift my heart

in silent prayer.

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

Good Common Sense

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And on that day I heard our nation falling, with the horrific sound of our people weeping.

We were scared, so scared as the militias from Wisconsin, and Montana drove the streets of Washington,

armed to the teeth, in their pickup trucks protecting the self declared king. Black leather boots were also marching,

marching us down the wrong road. We had to follow the leader……didn’t we? We were so scared…

Many people think there are two parties in Washington simply arguing, never getting anything done.

The truth is though, the far-right is out of control. Refusing….to take the virus seriously, some refusing science or refusing masks.

Often trying to cut people’s health care, touting the Bible as a shield while people die needlessly. And there is also the suppression of voting….

And the other side is sinless? Not at all. Yet they are attempting to hold the president accountable, and to put the breaks on brutality,

and the hunger for more power. I believe General Jim Mattis (who used to work for the president) when he says the president lies all the time,

and doesn’t attempt to unite us. He seeks to divide us instead. The choice is clear…..

we need healing and good common sense….in our leadership.

VOTE.

Poem, Writing and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

Waves Washing Sand

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Waves washing sand, with seashells tumbling, hypnotized by the rhythm,  soon I’m dreaming…..of primordial beginnings,

life formed in the green, tinged with blue, in drifting clouds, and volcanic formations….

of ash and lava, so long ago….with the waves boiling, swirling……steam, when the earth was new……wait,

is that a pair of dolphins playing and splashing? I drift back to the planet’s rotation realizing,

love was created too, even for this young pair.

       

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

I Was Even Able to Whisper

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The darkness and coolness of the deep forest called to me today,

with streams and a river unending, my spirit went quiet,

listening to the bees and one stubborn woodpecker.

A tree stump became my chair as I was surrounded by the comfort of leaves….

I was even able to whisper,

a simple prayer.

      

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies