As the wind moves ripples across the lake, I dream of days when peace lived, so I focus within my heart on the healing of our world, as the wind grows stronger I enjoy the wildness, of clouds shifting and birdsong lifting. Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies via The Healing of Our World…
Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth,
Love well, love often.
Find it in your heart
to love those who have never shown you love
Hot, flickering fingers
to where the
cool air lingers.
I’d like to set a challenge,
for us all to do a good deed..
Donate a toy to charity,
some “pet food” to the pound,
As long as forever
I will stay by your side,
I will be your companion,
your friend and your guide.
A realm of Bliss bare, ultimate;Beyond both knower and known;
A rest immense I enjoy at last; I face the One alone.
So never think my Christmas cards are just a mere routine of names upon a Christmas list, forgotten in between,
A winter Eden in an older swamp, where conies now come out to sun and ramp
as near as paradise can be
and not melt snow or start a dormant tree.
Please be kind to the animals
Seek light, even on the darkest night,
for one light always shines.
Caught color from the last evening red, in a display of underdown and quill