Broken Light

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I’m amazed at how we as broken people can carry

so much light within,

as if heaven pushed back

the grey clouds

destroying the hold,

the seduction of darkness

as if their healing

had already begun….

they become light bearing vessels.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Love Always Wins

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Death will not speak to us when we lift our poems

as banners waving in the wind,

our words we will fling

like javelins

straight into the heart

of darkness

into the Goliath we call hate

and in the end,

we win,

because love always wins.

This

is our warfare.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017 2019, ancient skies

Note: From my archives.

Hope Begins to Fill My Eyes

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With wings outstretched, tilting my head, then banking to the left I break the pattern, the shell encasing my sky,

refusing the bonds or to live in the darkness of being discouraged… hope begins to fill my eyes,

with new life until finally the horizon comes into view, and I am free.

Amen.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Shopping for Hats

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I love your rosy lips, your bright smile as you try on different hats My Love,

looking in the mirror, looking to me for a sense of validation.

And if you wear this one My Love, no one will ever see me kissing

your cheek, under the brim.

Yes, you will always be beautiful

to me, with or without

your hat on.

 

Note: My wife wears hats all the time (except at home) because she needs to, having had cancer twice now.

Yet you will not find a more positive, beautiful person.

Two things keep us going as a couple and separately…….our faith in God…… and our love for each other.

Peace.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies