Unconditional

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Even though I sensed and searched the woods

for who I was

I didn’t learn of love,

the missing piece of my identity,

until my life began

with the love of my life,

her unconditional love

awakening me.

And then it was

truly amen.

      

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Creative Writing and Spice

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This is a creative writing blog, and as you probably know, I love writing poetry and fiction!

And I am a person of faith. I was a very conservative person years ago, but no longer.

No, it was not Donald Trump that changed my views, but his success confirmed what I already knew.

Anyway it’s been at least 5 years since I walked away from conservativism.

Now, I’ve said these things, to let you know that I do have boundaries, or a framework for my writing.

I don’t ever remember typing a curse word here. I don’t condemn anyone that does, but I’ve decided not to.

When it comes to love, it is God given and perfectly natural to write about. Can it go overboard? Absolutely!

Some people of faith though avoid love like the plague, but I think that’s a real shame.

I’m a writer, and this young couple we have just met in The Colors of the Night Sky will find each other, and yes there will be some spice.

I will not go overboard. My intention is to write a great story, that’s authentic.

I’m having a great time writing!

Thank you for reading!

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Welcome Home

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After working the night shift one morning, on the long drive home, he noticed the temperature on his car,

the thermometer was continuing to drop, 2 degrees…..down to 1……would it drop to 0?

He watched the road carefully, and the thermometer, trying to stay awake. Suddenly….there it was….0 degrees!

He celebrated with a few shouts….he had never seen 0 degrees before.

As he pulled into the driveway, he noticed she had left the Christmas lights on, around the front windows.

He stopped for a second staring at the wreath on the front door. It was Christmas finally. He walked up thinking.

Would she still be sick, laid up in bed? How far down would the infection take her?

He did love her so incredibly much it was beyond words really.

He decided to stop worrying about her dying, pushed the fear aside and turned the key……in the door…..

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Note: This is from a ghost of Christmas past. It’s recorded there were alot of hugs that day.

The Sunset of December

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I was up high in the sunset of December

with shadows of tree limbs covering

and hawk wings flying over,

giving me a wild feeling untamed

yet I turned back to the valley

having surrendered, with dreams

of a hot cup of tea,

and My Love cooking

some spicy noodles.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Note: Sometimes small things are more beautiful.

He Surrendered His Dragon

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He surrendered his dragon as the huge beast bowed at her feet. Her long brown hair flowed behind her

and down her her long white gown trailing in the wind. But she was far from a damsel in distress. A true warrior,

her royalty was the strength of nations. As she gently laid down her shield, she knew he was worthy.

He dismounted and his first line was, “Love does give us the strength……and the courage……to find who we truly are.”

And so it all began….

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Note: Did you know I write fiction too?

In Every New Beginning

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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!

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

New Dreams

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I remember weeping when you told me your dream of having hair again,

looking at old photographs telling the story

but now it’s Christmas, My Love

and the beauty of the season

is still healing us.

As the grief dissipates

we can dream new dreams

as as we embrace the future

nose to nose,

smiling, walking within the lights

as we hold each others hand.

    

Note: I share this as a matter of personal experience, of how love sees us through the difficult times, not out of any sense of self pity.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies 

Sometimes

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Sometimes, I am a waterfall surging as my words overflow

into shapes only desiring

to bring a smile to her face.

And sometimes I write to her,

about her, to encourage

us both as we fight in the war,

as we barrel through

another holiday

holding on to each other

through the pain.

Note: A number of you have asked about how my wife is doing. Mostly she is doing well in spite of having cancer.

If you didn’t know this is the second time for her. We nearly lost her the first time.

The mass in her chest (not on her chest) is shrinking. Yay!

At the moment she has an infection and is on a lot of medicine, but this is not uncommon.

The toughest part of the battle is fighting – to not be afraid.

Thank you for your positive thoughts and prayers!

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies