poetry, fiction, nature, culture, compassion, love
When I walk this trail, as so many generations did before,
through the shadows of the pines,
over the large rocks and small,
I often think of hawks,
and shadows of wings
covering the earth
and of a people
who roamed free.
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In our deepest parts, in our farthest memories
we do recognize the light,
and in our flow we know,
that no trauma
will hold us back forever,
because looking up
we remember.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Hello! Some of my blogging friends have tried something with their blogs, that I’ve decided to try as well.
Many now blog on the weekends with maybe a stop by during midweek. It was a tough decision but I will be trying the same.
I really need more time for writing, and have so many projects! For too long I have neglected putting some books together, for love poetry, nature poetry, spirit poems, and my novel I so much want to work on!
The downside to not being here as much, is I will not get to read as many of your wonderful posts! You are all wonderful artists, writers, and people!
When I took a break recently, I realized I needed more time like that. I will still be around, just at a reduced level.
I make no money from writing, but it would be so cool if I did!
I will still share the poetry I’ve been known for, and the short pieces of fiction.
Thank you for your understanding! Leave a message here if you’re looking for my email address. 😎
I wish you peace.
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Wing tip to wing tip our wings covering the ones we love,
shielding the vulnerable from the smoke and the ruins,
our shadows still riding the wind, as we refuse
to hide behind our white picket fences,
taking to the air we know better now.
It was never about protecting ourselves,
but the victory was always in the giving,
in the prospering
of all the people.
Expand, and take in.
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In every new beginning there is always the hope of being filled
with brighter rays of sunlight,
as we reach out
with our hearts
because we believe in love
even when our glimpse is yet distant,
we expect that we really can overcome
every obstacle,
conquer every fear
through finding, living in
the end of the horizon.
Looking back we can see,
the journey was truly
the victory
after all.
Have a wonderful, creative, dreams fulfilled 2019!
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As I reflect more on Christmas, I know I should focus on the light
seeing the joy, the giving, but I’m still waiting for the spirit
of Christmas, to speak to me –
to create the word flow
and for peace to reign,
in all our hearts.
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It was Linda Cunningham that caught Caroline as she collapsed with grief. Linda knew what grief was, been around it a time or two and lived it, especially when her husband died of cancer last year. Linda asked, “What is it sweetheart?” The response broke everyone’s heart. Caroline managed to blurt out through the tears, “My husband is dead!!!”
The two women sat there for a long time as Linda held her, rocking Caroline back and forth. Linda waved on the carolers, so they could sing on through the neighborhood that night. Eventually the two women went inside, to drink some coffee and to talk.
As Henry Vu watched the two women go inside he received instructions for his next assignment. There was an emergency at Memorial Hospital, and he would have to leave immediately. 5 month old Pedro Martinez was fighting for his life, in the Neo Natal ICU.
On his way to Memorial Hospital, Henry Vu received a transmission from the Angel Command Center. As he was flying, he saw the story of the Martinez family. Months of young Pedro being in the hospital had completely drained the family, emotionally, physically and financially. Even with the current health care reform, the Martinez family owed hundreds of thousands of dollars in hospital and medical bills. Medication alone cost $2,800 per day!
Worst of all, young Pedro was losing his battle against a terrible disease. As Henry coasted into the hospital air space, he saw young Pedro in a glass enclosed cubicle with tubes everywhere. Was that a probe in the child’s head? “God have mercy!”, he said out loud.
He decided to come into the hallway invisible, but nothing could have prepared him for the shocking scene, once he looked into the room and saw the child up close. There were more tubes in the cubicle, than there was of Pedro. Was it against the rules for an angel to cry? Either way he got out his handkerchief.
A doctor and nurse entered the room as Henry watched, still invisible. They were looking at Pedro’s charts and the machines he was plugged into. The doctor shook her head no, and said, “I don’t like the look of this at all.” “His blood pressure is dropping, and his numbers do not look good.” “You better call his parents, and the chaplain.” “I don’t think he’s going to make it through the night.” They left the room to check more lab work, and Henry inched closer.
Raul and Maria Martinez were sleeping, but got dressed quickly once they got the call. In a church close to the hospital, the Chaplain, Rev. Leon Jackson received a text explaining the situation. Even though the church was in the middle of a midnight Christmas program, he whispered into his wife’s ear, and prepared to leave. His wife Cheryl would ask the church to pray…..
To be continued, tonight and tomorrow!
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