This Writer’s Heart

How can I write to you of the inner sanctum?

of ventricles filled with piano music

fine art and yellow roses,

a woman’s bed

with comfy blankets

watching for hopeful snow

and listening,

always listening my friend

for the quiet of sunrise,

while hearing the soft breath

of the one I love.

There is no greater pleasure,

I shall not walk away

instead stand

immoveable.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2022 rivers renewed

P.S. This is about self-care which out of necessity my love and I are doing more of. I am pulling back from being here.

The symbol of a “women’s bed” speaks of love and comfort. She is not house bound at all.

Courage in the Mirror

“Courage is the most important of all the virtues because without courage, you can’t practice any other virtue consistently.”

Maya Angelou

When you looked in the mirror today, what did you see? Did you see someone that can make a difference in this world? You are someone that can not only survive, but you can thrive and be a source of strength for others.

And always remember…..you are never alone. Not ever.

Practice courage today.

Peace.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

The Meaning of Rain

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When it rains there are books that call to me, spending an afternoon with Frost, Dickinson, Rumi and Gibran.

And within our teacups whispers of your love for me. Why is it we are so quiet when it rains?

As is if listening becomes more important, as if the silence is sacred in our home.

I can count the raindrops falling, singing their softness, but even their fury

speaks of peace

in the comfort of our blankets

and the beauty of your face gently resting

as we both ponder the meaning of rain.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, 2018, ancient skies

A Deeper Sense of Who I Am

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When things happen in our lives, including horrible things, we can spend our time in turmoil wondering why, or we can seek a new direction. I’m going to be honest here, the last 10 years or so have been the most difficult of my life. I say that only as an explanation, not as a request for sympathy, that I have cut back on blogging.

I love writing, that’s no secret, so I will push forward, in an effort to be positive. One of the hardest things for us to do, when times are difficult, is to feel loved. I know what that is like, and for men we are vulnerable in any number of ways, when life throws stones at us. That’s one of the reasons my wife and I are so close. We talk a lot.

I’m not interested in folding inward so I can protect myself, but I am going deeper in my spiritual life. I’m reading a lot more now. I have a stack of books just waiting for me, even more on my list! I am praying more, and searching for a much deeper spiritual life.

And I still enjoy photography. And yes I promise to share my photos here with you!

I will post here once a day, on most days, but I have a peace about maybe even skipping a day if it happens. And you know what? I have this new idea for Ancient Skies, perhaps, once in a while, posting a poem with no photograph, just the words. What??? No photo?

Thank you for your understanding! And thank you for being on this journey with me.

I wish you peace.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

When Poets Climb Another Mountain

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When poets climb another mountain in order to set themselves free,

to be moved, to be filled with the words again,

there is always the danger we will not see

the meaning of the streams, the beauty,

the wonder of what was made.

May we seek to be refreshed

with a strong spirit of peace

before we start giving

the words away.

      

The words are only a gift, from the treasures

we’ve been given.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Poets and Prophets

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The poet has always been able to see deeply, into the human heart

never condemning the love therein. And the prophet maintains visions

from beyond the farthest sky. One thing is for certain, we need both

in our world right now, or for them to be – one in the same.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”