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More than simply softer flesh, the human heart holding
who we truly are,
a healing balm walking,
even our spirits
within our frames
will know the answers
deep within……this……
is our peace.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
As the wind moves through the canopy of forest,
memories of prayers sway
with the branches, listening
for the healing, I close my eyes
and realize
there will be no war
to shield my scars,
only a light rain now falling,
renewing a song……
within me.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies
Note: From my archives a revised poem.
Butterflies dance in the forest, discovering the leaves
while the buzzing from a honey bee flies over,
but it’s the deer that discovers me first,
expecting her to run,
I whisper blessings,
with her heart at peace again
she bends down to feed.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
As my walk goes deeper into the forest, the silence calls to me.
Cooler air envelops the trees
covered by the shade, I turn suddenly when a sparrow leaves her nest.
Noticing the sunlight is diffused now
looking with my heart filled,
I bow my head
as a lone crow ruffles his feathers
disturbed by my sense
of quiet.
We do make peace and then…..
I let the words flow,
but is it really a prayer?
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
As the concrete lets go of the heat of the day,
shade wins the battle
turning into night
as the cool air lifts our spirits
we walk under the street lights
holding hands grateful
for the spray
of the water fountains.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies
When snowflakes start us dreaming,
with a softness descending
there is usually peace enfolding
before the end
of the storm.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
As the sun sets, after the storm
something similar to hope
can be born,
a tangible presence
in the winter sky.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
