As the winter fades, sacred are the winds
that carry new life to our ruins,
a pervasive warmth
a softer, gentler rain
washing away
our devastation.
We are hopeful now,
spring
is finding us.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies
Tag: rain
Surrendering to the Rain
Whispers in the mist, surrendering to the rain,
as the wind gently plays with the leaves
I suddenly remember
a younger thunder
when you and I listened
to those sounds, that story
only told by summer.
So young we were back then,
yet we do
still hold hands.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Downpour
Torrential rains in a downpour
as the wind roars, ripping
through trees,
while dark clouds
cover the mountains,
making them invisible.
And I wonder – does God make storms so we can rest and do some writing?
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
The Darker Rain
When our trauma turns our view, slanting
the sky, releasing the grey within
cracked vessels, we often listen
to the darker rain, as if
there is a deliverance
in the mist.
And yet
having survived the false prophecy,
the breakage of our story
the empty dictators
of self speak,
we discover the desire
for a simple light
and for a sky
that speaks to us,
of a new story
not quite so broken.
Poetry © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
The Spring Rain
In the autumn, the rain is cold and harsh, leading to ice
surrounding our hearts, but the spring rain
brings joy, with the life from above
and a smile to our faces,
as our hearts
are reborn.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Quiet Mist
I like to watch the mist roll in, covering the mountains, and rain
wrapping around a cool fall day, tapping gently on our roof
it all reminds me somehow that water brings life
unhindered, and that quiet times
can wash us, taking away
our noise.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies
Gentle Rain
Even though we need the sacred swords singing
from the Far East, and ten thousand horses
shaking the earth across the Great Plains
most likely the battle will be won
with the gentle rain
of a love poem.
Every time we create – we put another nail
in the coffin of hatred. So create
and be the gentle rain
that wins the fight.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
