Held Quietly by the Mountains

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The smell of cold air and leaves painted, is stronger up high

held quietly by the mountains, as if the master’s work

of autumn begins first, closer to heaven.

As the paintbrush moves further down

to the leaves in the valley, the blessing

of color spreads, one leaf at a time.

And we begin to put our hats on,

and to taste our pumpkin pies.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

In the Highest Mountains

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In the highest mountains our spirits rejoice in the freedom,

and are filled with the encouragement of the wind

while enjoying the fellowship of eagles,

our confidence returns.

       

May we always remember these moments,

when we are forced into the darkest of valleys.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

A Good Conversation

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In the mountains we are all equally free

allowing our chains to fall away,

as we conquer

the boulders.

      

Near the top, talking to our own selves

we discover the truths

about who we are

seeing further

into

our souls.

       

A good conversation.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Vortex

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When the mountains call us by name

and we travel through their vortex

bypassing time and space, the pine trees

will lead us, and the wind will speak,

assuring us we don’t have to accept

the lies, and we can know

there is hope and healing

in the earth and sky.

And when we come back

to our time again,

we can be renewed

and refreshed

believing

the truth

about ourselves,

as we stand

on the mountain.

 

          

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Earth Tones

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The earth has many colors, but only has tones

if we listen to the rocks, past scars buried.

The brown and tan can speak to our skin

without prejudice, accepting us, lifting us

to the point of bringing green into our lives,

a spectacular crop of growing, awaiting

the brightness of the sun, to bask

storing away the energy

in good times

for when

it rains.

But always

leading us

upward

for growing

even more.

Can we hear

the colors?

          

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

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.”

Apples in the Mountains

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The smell of cooked apples

reminds me of the cabin

tucked away in the mountains,

looking at the snow falling softly.

You snuggled closer,

do you remember?

In the kitchen whispering, you stirring the pot,

from behind you, my arm around your waist,

kisses on your neck, should I add the cinnamon?

more whispers,

it’s time now, closing the curtains,

lighting the candles,

Did I say how much I love you?

I will always love the smell

of cooked apples, with cinnamon,

especially in the mountains.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Reluctant Warrior

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No one ever told him,

he would need the mountains,

the wholeness and healing,

of peace,

the Creator breathing.

No one ever told him,

there would be explosions,

tearing the sky,

battles raging, bloodied swords,

his Queen imploding.

He fights on,

only because he has to,

he would rather live in a tree,

sleep on some rocks,

while the sky is healed, by clean water.

He picks up his sword anyway,

the shield,

armed with words,

and a clean heart,

he fights.

No turning back,

no confession of cowards,

He will live, in the mountains,

because the mountains live,

in him.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Cathedrals

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No church ever looked so beautiful,

I love stained glass,

but it’s painful when broken,

rough, jagged edges,

ripping and tearing the insides.

I don’t mind gold, and the robes,

heaven must be glorious,

I just wish there was more,

love, instead of judgment,

I prefer the oneness of the mountains,

the wisdom of the oak trees,

and the healing,

of a waterfall.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

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