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What is it we search for within the waves?
Is it simply the rhythm
of the earth washing our spirits,
or maybe a reflection
pulling from our memories within?
Mostly I think, we become……
at peace with ourselves.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
We are defined by our courage not the scars within us,
and yet our trauma can change our direction.
Remember to hold onto the light,
allowing your river
to go even deeper, pushing
your spirit into
a stronger flow.
Amen.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
When I was a river I didn’t mind the rapids, the turbulence
carrying me further, around the rocks
up and over,
beyond, what was possible,
I was always moving.
And now that I’m a lake
I go deeper,
and deeper still
into the peace,
in the depths
of the spirit.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
The forest doesn’t hold onto our echoes,
absorbing the sound
so that we can listen,
to our presence
and our hearts.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
A whispering wind, the grass bending fresh,
cool air, from the side of the mountain,
down swirling
speaking, stillness into us
if we are listening,
to the voice
worth remembering.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
When light gently touches the forest,
in the birth of a new day, a closeness
envelops our heart, calling us
to prayer, and meditation,
as we breathe in
restoration.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
In that quiet place, we keep so close to us, hidden
where light reflects, pulling us in
our confidence rises,
as we surrender
our hearts know,
that hope lives beyond
what we can see.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
