Our Faith is Born in the Dark

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Every candle lit, every lamplight we walk under

with a silent prayer

on our lips

is another stone to cross the river,

in the middle of the night,

walking on, stepping over

in spite of the dark.

Holding on, and moving

forward

our faith is born

in the dark.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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In the Canyons of Rivers

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In canyons of rivers, in the roar of the ocean, I am the earth

and you are the wildness, that washes me.

You are my healer, carrying my heart

as we live in the love, unending.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

If there is a Trickle

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If there is a trickle left within our hearts, it is not only a miracle

it is a reminder, that we once had a river. And blogging sages

inspire, but only if we have the ears to hear.

Perhaps the river is only hidden,

and we can ask for

the gates to be opened,

so we can see

the power

in a new way,

inspiring

one another.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

Shaping Our Prayers

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It’s when are backs are against the wall, as the concrete grinds

into the skin of our backs, and we behold our cities

on fire, the desolation of generations

ruining the hope of many, that we truly

learn how to shape our prayers,

remembering how

the ancient rivers ran,

the ones

we used to know

so well.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

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

The River Beyond the Woods

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There’s a river beyond the woods,

not too far for the eye to see

clearing our paths we can see the blue

our minds surging, flowing,

our awareness

living.

      

And as we listen to the sounds

of water dancing

we can see more clearly

to the other side.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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