It is the Light

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Memories of our most sacred moments will often find their way,

drifting,

into our hearts

with our void seeking,

as if sunlight sparkles

on the surface of the ocean,

filtering

through the deep.

I wonder

if we are more than waves

rolling towards the shore,

curling

into a magnificent spirit,

crashing

then washing the Earth.

It is the light isn’t it?

That moves us beyond

the pain,

into the new hope shifting

taking shape

within us.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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Embracing the Silence

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Even in the last days of winter,

in an early spring snow,

the forest will hold on to

our sacred space

a place of meditation

and prayer,

so that our spirits can embrace

the silence,

and be strengthened. 

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

The Man You Have Called Me to Be

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As I get older Lord God, I am more amazed at how good You are to me

and my family. I know this earthly life is but a mist, rolling in

from the ocean, and soon this frame of mine will be

taken away, only to be given a more beautiful presence.

May I always be worthy of being with You,

and may I always be – the man

You have called me to be.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

In His Reflection by the Creek

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Snow and ice crunching under his boots, and a strange gray reflection

rippling across the creek, with deer tracks on the other side.

He paused, zipping up his coat a little further,

watching the trees bend.

He remembered traveling through time

hunting for visions with bows

wearing buckskin

and an occasional feather,

but it was long ago

on horseback,

so instead, in his reflection

by the creek,

he took some pictures.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies