In the Whispers of the Wind


In the spaces between snowflakes, winter’s breath unfolded,

reminding us of prayers breathed,

from our wilder moments,

when we actually did

have some faith,

when snow covered mountains

held us,

and God spoke healing,

in the whispers

of the wind. 


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Wings of Encouragement


Help me today God to put on the spirit of an eagle,

not a vulture picking away

at the deadness of this world, instead

choosing to rise above the hate

on wings of encouragement

respecting all

regardless of creed.


the power of one.



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In Memory of Natalie


My friend, I know you are dwelling in the light of 1 million suns now, walking with the Savior, talking, having those conversations you always dreamed about,

but I took some pictures the other day, and thought of you as I looked through the lens. I hope you enjoy them.

And I thought of how you have encouraged us so many times when we were down, with your words of light and life, and your beautiful photographs.

Thank you my friend. We miss you….I miss you. Pray for us, those still remaining…..

And Lord God, thank You for our friend….Natalie.


In Memory of Natalie Scarberry, a blogging friend, and source of incredible encouragement.


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A Very Special Thank You


This is a very special thank you because you are a very special group of readers, thank you!

And thank you to all those across the planet, that have been praying for and thinking some positive thoughts for my wife. The mass in her chest (inside her, not on her chest) is actually smaller now, due to treatment. Yay!!

We are in a waiting phase now, for maybe a month or two, to see how it looks through special scans. Then another decision will be made as to whether or not more treatments are needed.

We are so grateful for all of our friends here and for your prayers!!

We wish you peace.


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As a Blackbird Glides Over the Water


Walking by quiet streams, deep waters barely moving

smelling the leaves, as a willow gently moves,

inviting me under the covering, of her limbs

touching the green, the bark,

a blackbird glides over the water,

I am enfolded now

into the peace of the mountain,

and prayer

is gently released.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies