Seagulls Hover, Floating on the Wind

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Seagulls hover, floating on the wind  mostly white wings,

dipped in black

ignoring the shadows of the coming storm

I turn to My Love and her eyes are closed,

as she whispers a prayer

and I realize, perhaps comprehend 

the peace of the waves,

and the healing

of a blue sky

yet remaining…

       

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

Cloud Dreaming

20170628_132524As clouds drift in the endless blue, I lay my head down,

in the softness of the tall grass, dreaming.

I see visions of a peaceful world

of gentle moments in villages

meandering, along the river

a peace of green,

lovers undisturbed

where sky and earth embrace,

their people.

Such a long time ago.

     

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Today in the Rain

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Today as I walked I carried my umbrella shielding myself from the sky, a light rain,

and puddle splashing, in my old tennis shoes, that I really should throw away,

and I realized, I needed to maintain my peace, a sense of purpose and strength.

It really is difficult to watch the brutality and insanity of the far right…..

but I needed to let the grief and anger go……in spite of the numbers increasing, in spite of them denying science,

I can choose to be descended from the sky and birthed by the ocean….and besides,

those that live in darkness and leather are nothing more really…..

than spoiled children craving power and attention.

May we win our battle with the endless peace witnessed by the earth, and sky and oceans, flowing strong within us…..

against the rage of insanity.

Amen.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Peace Within Refreshing Us

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Within peace, our spirits grow still, and yet

stronger,

the quiet within

refreshing us.

When you leave comments on my site I always respond with peace.

I not only want our world to be a more beautiful place, but I offer peace to each person

as a way of blessing. It’s a hope really, in some ways a prayer. That internally

we all will have a sense of wholeness, and well being.

That’s what the word Shalom means, and I suspect it’s something similar with Salaam.

Peace everyone, may we all be at peace….within.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

The Primal Dawn

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It was one of those primal dawns,

with the world not yet awake,

and a chill

in the cold night air still lingering,

the earth was so quiet pausing

without rotation,

without wild revelations

only the beginning of the sun

in the quiet of the night ending

bringing a thrill, a wholeness,

even without chimes,

until one single robin began

to sing her chorus,

lifting the sun even higher……

and eventually

a new day began.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies