Rocks hold their ground with the rushing of sparkling waves
Mesmerized I listen closely,
to the sounds of the ocean
singing, dancing, moving
and I realize
we can see more clearly
in our peace, with the veil removed.
And a prayer escapes my heart,
my mind,
just at the right moment, receding.
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Hope seldom comes down vertically, as if falling down from above, usually hope moves along horizontally from one person,
to another, to another, to another…… as in waves moving through our oceans.
Have you encouraged someone today?
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In those waves where light seems to glitter,
ride memories
of a boy on a raft,
of body surfing, and wipe outs
and dreaming
of being old enough
to drive,
a Chevy of course
old enough to take Marianne
on a date……
would she want to dance?
Suddenly a seagull woke the old man….
squawking again
for a piece of bread.
He reached into the bag
and threw some crumbs in the air…..
longing for more
of his sweet summer memories.
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Wet sand under our feet, as we walk a few more minutes along our beach
wind caressing our faces, and for some reason My Love
the seagulls object to our hand holding,
our salty kisses
as we surround ourselves
in the waves.
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Note: We haven’t been to the beach yet this year. We are still hoping to.
When our hearts are torn and broken we often go digging
for gold, justifying our need for redemption
we climb the wrong mountain
seek the wrong window
to be opened.
Simply so,
we can be loved.
And yet
the sun sparkling
on the waves
tells us –
we are loved
already.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
I love when My Love and I sit on the beach, with our feet buried in the sand, relaxing to the sounds of the waves.
I love watching a sunset on the ocean, as My Love and I embrace, entangled in each other’s arms, with our faces buried in each other’s necks.
I love when My Love searches for seashells, as the waves wash her feet.
I love that the ocean is untamed, and that we cannot control the tides.
I love that if we lose our way, the ocean will always show us infinity once again.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
When our love for humanity is devastated by the sins
of rhetoric, deeds of the unholy – there is
still a source of singing, the music
deep within us, bringing
healing to others
going deeper.
And I love how the earth is cleansed
every day as if the Creator
is forgiving – pointing us
to the waves
washing us,
so we can love again.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
The ocean said, I will not give myself,
fully to you, until you love me,
until you take your whole self,
and let it go,
listening to my waves,
opening fully, your eyes,
listening for my heartbeat,
do you hear it?
My ways are endless,
can you see beyond,
the horizon?
surrender and feel,
the infinity.
Let us embrace.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
The waves were speaking,
again today,
that there is more to life,
than death,
that sadness comes to an end,
and that we will be free.
No one ever sees the end,
or the beginning,
but the waves remember,
that rocks are temporary,
and that the earth is sand.
There is a beauty,
a hopefulness,
in comprehending,
the reality beyond the waves,
strength in knowing,
we are larger than the ocean,
in spite of the pain.
Singing is only one sign,
that the heart lives on,
joy is another.
I am strengthened,
when I hear the waves remember,
and speak to us,
of eternity.
Blessings to everyone and peace!
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
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