When every tribe, language, ethnic group and nation,
begins to learn
to respect one another
harming no one,
the Earth will embrace
our survival, teaching us
to be gentle
and the essence
of life. Amen.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Tag: survival
Survival
I was surprised when you produced such a clean set of daggars, even after I told you I was hurting……
but you didn’t care, even thinking it was funny, and yes your death blows were devastating……
but each one cracking, opening up a space for light, to seep through and slowly…..
I could see more clearly. Yes I died every day, but eventually I figured out how to pull my shape back together quickly……..
the fragments, the frozen pieces, and I began refusing your kingdom of abandonment and strangulation……
and I walked away, never running, because to be honest, I’m not scared of you anymore.
Note: I’m fine, and my wife and I are fine. We all go through tragedies of some type, dont we? These feelings are expressing pieces of what it feels like……to survive.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
The Peace Yet Remaining
A storm rolled through the valley today,
as I listened, to the thunder speaking
I was grateful
for the peace yet remaining
in the mountains.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
The Earth Would Bring Healing
She squinted through the snowfall, her determination burning once again, in spite of the howling wind.
She had followed the wings of the hawk, and now….was that a cave? They had been led here for sure….”C’mon my love!” she yelled to him, who struggled with each step.
He had saved her so many times, now it was her turn. They knew this was not the time for dying.
Once they collapsed inside the cave, they found it warm and safe. They had survived the ruination, the last of all wars, led by the spirit hawk, surely it was a sign.
The Earth would bring healing. There would be a spring, and hope…..was about to be born.
From the Apocalyptic Journal.
Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Walk On Spirit, Walk On
Walk on spirit, walk on, past the shadows lingering
from our political ashes
beyond the rhetorical chains
walk on, and run into the safety
of earth and sky, where oceans release
our humanity, and poetry sings
a sweet melody,
into the center of our hearts,
where love is remembered
pulled out, rescued
from the lifeless
museum.
Walk on spirit, walk on.
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Our Kingdoms Will Rise Again
The darkest parts of the forest offer a refuge to the wounded
but only long enough to recover, until we are ready for the light.
And our kingdoms will rise again, banners waving,
carrying mercy to those still in the fight.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Laughing at the Hawk
A hawk shifts slightly on one of the highest branches, as he listens
to a mouse below burrowing, through last year’s leaves.
A chipmunk jumps here and there, bolder today
due to the density of the fog,
laughing at the hawk, because
all of the creatures know
there will be no hunting
in the forest, today.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
