Who We Truly Are


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


Listening for the Healing

20160514_120002As 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.

The Silence Calls to Me


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