Some, move mountains with their prayers,
I was never very good at it
they never moved much.
Some are so devastated
large boulders crushing, leaving them
shattered, broken at the foot
of the mountain struggling
to get beyond the foot of the bed.
Still others live in the disaster,
firmly rooted in devastation,
replaying the deadly in their minds.
But the strongest people I have seen,
are the ones that keep climbing,
even with the wounds, bumps on their heads,
lacerations, miscalculations, but pushing forward,
pushing upward making themselves
known, and when they reach the top,
they see with new eyes, they really did
have the strength,
They made it after all.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”