In Every Victory

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In every victory we’ve been given,

in every bridge

we’ve crossed over

another horizon

opens

allowing us

to see

far beyond

the night.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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As the Snow Fell Quietly

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There was a presence in the trees, as the snow fell quietly

it nearly took his breath away, this presence counted his scars,

and then there were none

as if he looked back

as a survivor

that could see the air now

a presence that held him

still, he remembered it suddenly

as if it were light.

Yes,

it was called

peace.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Writing through the Pain of Our Times

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Writing through pain and tragedy is one of the most difficult things a writer can face. How much do we say or not say?

I like you, feel things deeply. And the last week has often been horrific, hasn’t it?

It would be easy for me to rant against far right extremists. They have caused so much suffering and pain.

And yet right now I am grieving, and standing with the people of Pittsburg, and the Jewish community there. I simply can’t write a poem about nature at the moment.

May the One who made us all, comfort all who are grieving.

Amen.

The flowers are for those that lost loved ones today.

This is too important of a time to be silent. I will be writing more about this historic time in the future.

We must each do what we can to make a difference.

Peace to each one.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies