Seeing the Good

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“We should not judge another person’s story, by the chapter we walk in on.”

Caralyn, from beautybeyondbones.

Too often we judge people, don’t we? with only knowing a small piece of the story.

And for that person it can be absolutely devastating. Some people don’t come back from that type of judgment.

The holiday season is a great time to see the good in people. We can spread a little more joy and love that way!

Let’s have a great holiday season, by not judging others.

Note: Please check out Caralyn’s blog, beautybeyondbones. She has an amazing story of overcoming an eating disorder.

Peace.

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Sacred of Silence

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In the sacred of silence where we can listen to the peace flow

through our spirits, in our veins

and our heartsongs building

an even better healing……

we are stronger

and made free.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

We Still Seek the Colors in Our Light

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There are times our trauma rips open the sky, refusing to listen

to reason, taking our faith along the jagged edge,

with knives ready, yet we still seek the colors

in our light.

Surprised, we are drawn to the rose tattoos, blue

in the hair and loud guitars. Refusing

to accept the despair or another

tired sermon we grasp

the concert lights

and rock on

believing

in the raw power

that we are not alone

and we’re not gonna die

tonight.

Note: These guitars are very loud. Please be careful with the volume. However, I find the words incredibly encouraging and somehow the raw power fits beautifully. By the way, Jen Ledger is one of the best drummers you will find anywhere.

 

Poetry and Photo © Copyright 2018, ancient skies, Emerald jewelry by unknown artist, music by Skillet, fans of Skillet call themselves – panheads!

Splintered Rays of Light

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Even in our fractured world, there are still memories of what flowers did,

and splintered rays of light, chasing shadows from our grey,

causing loose particles of love to float,

within our reach, as we jump

and grasp, we can hold onto them now

even if they are just fragments,

pieces really, keeping us

alive.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies