When our hearts are torn and broken we often go digging
for gold, justifying our need for redemption
we climb the wrong mountain
seek the wrong window
to be opened.
Simply so,
we can be loved.
And yet
the sun sparkling
on the waves
tells us –
we are loved
already.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
I love when My Love and I sit on the beach, with our feet buried in the sand, relaxing to the sounds of the waves.
I love watching a sunset on the ocean, as My Love and I embrace, entangled in each other’s arms, with our faces buried in each other’s necks.
I love when My Love searches for seashells, as the waves wash her feet.
I love that the ocean is untamed, and that we cannot control the tides.
I love that if we lose our way, the ocean will always show us infinity once again.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
It was the last buoy that gave him hope
meant they would soon be out to sea
where he could put behind him
the heartbreak of the earth,
the crushing sense
that nothing would change.
His spirit wanted the freedom,
wanted to witness the miracle
with his own eyes
of each new sun,
the birth
and the truth
that there was hope,
but only in a world
where humans
are visitors,
and dolphins
rule the kingdom.
It was the perfect place
for writing.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
The sea never really did learn to listen
beckoning us instead to quiet ourselves
to listen to the rhythm, and the wildness
that cannot be tamed. It was
the endless, the far corners pushed
to the limits, teaching us there is an adventure
that we can be free on the waves,
with our spirits wandering
trusting, in not only what we know
but taking it in and listening
to the rhythym
of the sea.
A heartbeat.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
It was the serenity of sea that you fell in love with
seeing the universe in a sea shell, pebbles
between your fingers, sand between your toes,
calling you to a peace you had not known
as we walked in the dunes, saying so much
without a word, I wanted to hold you
but I could see you were in sacred territory,
I could see it in your eyes.
Will you dance and sing
with the sunrise?
I was rejoicing
seeing you so free.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Our calling is not a lightning bolt
more than just words on a page
our calling is to pour ourselves,
beyond the horizon
sacrificing so that love can grow,
so that we can grow
larger than the sea, washing the earth,
like the waves.
Keep loving, no matter what.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
It was the racing yacht that jolted her memory. She knew she had been loved, that he loved the sea, and the thrill of racing. She could picture his face, or almost. As she rocked back and forth on the veranda, she remembered. She felt his arms around her as she took the helm, his breath on her neck, and whispering. They were very much in love. “Pull more to the starboard side.” He would say, as they turned the corner around the lighthouse.
They would spend entire weekends at sea, but not far from the shore. Dinner was always by candlelight, as they watched the lights along the coast. Dreaming, she suddenly felt like it was summer again, and they were off the coast of Maine. She spoke to herself, “What was his name??” She could not remember, and grew frustrated, so she dropped it.
“Mrs. Henderson?” She was jerked awake. “Mrs. Henderson, it’s time to come inside now.” The voice continued, “It’s too cold to be out here, and it’s almost suppertime…” Julie Henderson was now ninety one, and the nursing home took good care of her. She often forgot things, and said out loud to the nurse, “What was his name???”
It wasn’t until she was in the dining room, and her plate was set before her that she thought about him again. She said out loud, “What was his name???” And suddenly she remembered. It was like a door or window opening, and she could see him clearly, and she knew. She yelled as loud as she could, “Jonathan!!” Tears streamed down her face, and she yelled his name again, “Jonathan!!”
She said in a whisper, “I will see you again sweetheart, very soon.” The tears of joy ceased, and she bowed her head slightly. By the time the nurse made it to her side, Julie Henderson was fast asleep. She was dreaming – of the sea.
Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen you,
more beautiful,
than with the moonlight,
dancing in your hair,
holding hands, walking,
we tell our deepest secrets,
without saying a word. Oneness.
When I see your eyelids close,
I know you are praying,
or at least breathing in,
the divinity of the moment.
Our energy, our love,
flowing, tells us both,
we can let go,
there is no need to worry.
the security of waves,
and the assurance,
of the endless.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen you,
more beautiful,
than with the moonlight,
dancing in your hair.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
Blessings to everyone, and peace!
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
As we ride the waves,
further off the coast,
the horizon of infinity,
seems closer.
What is it about the ocean,
that makes us cry?
Your eyes filled with tears,
ready to launch,
as my heart sinks,
looking at your face,
I realize, I was wrong,
like I often am.
Tossed,
as the boat picks up speed,
I want to break my own heart,
can I reach out?
will you pull back?
I risk a kiss,
on your forehead,
as we hold on to the railing,
the words come out softly,
will you forgive me?
I’m sorry I was angry.
You hesitate,
and risk everything, accepting my embrace,
as the sky meets the ocean,
we are one again,
falling into each other’s arms,
healed,
through forgiveness.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
Blessings to everyone, and peace!
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
It is the darkness of the sea that calls,
into the loneliness, the ones,
that are fear soaked,
covered in thorns,
and bleeding, still caressing,
the wounds.
No others can truly understand,
the need for darkness,
two feet in the sand,
followed by the moon,
an occasional shark gliding,
threatening.
Alone.
No church can reconcile,
no light from the sun,
can penetrate the wall,
or comprehend the beauty,
of the night.
And when the light does break,
the horizon will send,
the soul of barbed wire, running,
hoping and praying,
that what he told the night,
would be ok,
the proclamation,
that the torture would end,
and soon.
He was doing his best,
working through,
the darkness of the sea.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
Blessings to everyone, and peace!
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
