Love is Worth the Risk

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Living within our deepest wounds will cause us to protect ourselves

thinking we are safe, in the shadows. But grey never speaks, or gives us hope

and we fail to see the beauty all around us. Love is always –

worth the risk, and can free us

from the fear. 

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

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Basking in the Sun

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As the two of them searched the horizon for whales

leaning over the rail, he looked at her profile.

She was always so regal and yet

tender.

      

He took some pictures of her,

when she thought again

of his shredded heart.

      

Yet he was a knight

teaching her strength

in spite of the bleeding.

      

They turned again to the sea

expecting

the joy to continue,

and saw the horizon did indeed,

go on forever.

      

She pointed her face upward

and basked

in the New England sun,

as they found

each other’s hands,

in the light.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Safety of the Harbor

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Our ghosts like to follow us into the harbor

driving us to seek the false sense of rest,

waiting until the next time we turn out to sea.

But still, the peaceful quiet of a snowfall,

or a candle in a window, can help us to release our anchor,

to let go of the worry, and ghosts will not have an ear

to talk to, not have a hold on us, even in a storm.

It is the internal quiet that gives us a harbor,

being guided by the light.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Moving Mountains

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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,

to survive.

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.”

The Beauty of Survival

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It was the spring you lost all your hair. I remember washing up at the sink, outside of your room, I mean really washing up. Then suiting up, mask, gloves, and surgical gown. The lady two rooms down died, and her family was there weeping.

But as I went into your room we had something. It was something we could hold onto. Was it strength? peace? an assurance? I can’t describe it. But we could sit there, and smile at each other. Me, behind my mask. You played music, and told me how good the people were.

It wasn’t until later that tears came. My heart broke completely. Over time, piece by piece, it came back together again, because we know how to heal each other. Maybe there are still a few pieces missing, but I love you even more now.

Please hold me again, and bury your face in my shoulder. I will always love you, and you know that, but rest in it. Always – even if you don’t have any hair. Let’s grow old together.

You are My Love, for always.

          

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Dreams

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There is no dreamer without a dream,

no prophet without a message,

every vision can have a star,

words living, burning in us,

keeping our hope alive.

Keep dreaming, planning, doing,

in spite of the pain,

in spite of the bleeding,

for in this struggle,

we can truly live,

making our dreams, and us,

stronger than ever.

Go for it.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Open

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In our time of sorrow,

there is a season,

of doubting,

where we push away the sun,

embracing the clouds,

the grey, wanting the safety,

of pulling into ourselves.

The bravest thing we can do,

is to open,

a little at a time,

a flower slowly,

allowing the light to breathe,

into us,

the life and love,

we so desperately need,

rays from the sun,

will help us,

to love again.

Open.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”