In These Woods

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What words can I shape, to tell that in these woods

I am made strong?

That hope runs deep here,

through the veins of oak

and pine, and maple trees,

through the earth

lives the permanence 

the assurance of oneness 

where there are no shadows

to be afraid of,

how can I ever express Lord God

that I am never alone,

covered in the warmth

of the blue sky.

      

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Peace Walking

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Peace walking was never mystical or miraculous

or even based on a special ray of light,

but simply allowing

the forest

or the mountain,

or even that sparkling ocean

to permeate our being,

filling us so amazingly

that we are lifted,

made stronger.

Let it go, and walk tall.

     

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

She Accepted His Shield

Grey Sky

When she found him she discovered he really was a warrior,

so she was willing to accept his shield,

having fallen into the strength

of his arms,

and he always found his answers

in the oceans of her eyes.

Together

they were more than just arrows flung

into the ambiguous,

learning that love is greater

than any strong tower

still clinging,

to the darkness.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies