Because I am
I cannot imagine not being
my gift to you with words
is to rearrange
raindrops in the sunshine
not to create being
where there was no being
there is only one who can do that
It is a surprise to see
what I did not see before
but still what is it that I see
It is a surprise to learn
what I did not know before
but still what is it that I know
It is a surprise to be
what I did not expect to be
but still what is it that I am
It is a surprise to go
in the direction that I’m going
but still what direction am I going
I ask myself
how will I find the courage
to look into the eyes of god
when he comes
then I remember
he is already here
I love this poem and want to support the message she has added to it very much. My thought about this situation is – love is stronger than fear!
When we are quiet, our spirits drifting
into peace
our rivers will speak to us
as we covet the love
in our hearts.
And yes
it is true sometimes
rivers will carry us
to make a stand.
My friends my river is speaking, and it says Nationalism falsely parades as patriotism. It’s not patriotic.
In one single year from 2016 to 2017 hate crimes against Hispanics in our country went up 40%.
In that same year 2016 to 2017 anti-Semitic hate crimes in our country went up about 60%!!
What does that tell you?
It says Nationalism causes hatred because of an atmosphere of division and strife.
Push back on hate!!
Please vote on November 6th!!
Hatred is un-American.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
Uncertainty is a shadow
that enters every room
of my life
I see the beauty of the evidence
of rain on the driveway
I dance in the direction of the steps
to anywhere
and measure the distance
to the hills of breath with the motor
of meaning
is the flavour hidden
beneath the swirling surface
of the drink
and can shaky hands grasp
the fullness of the vessel
does stillness in the eyes
produce the answer or the question
Aging
I find the fewer words I say
the more room there is to speak
the less I struggle
to change the world
the more freedom I have to act
the fewer breaths I take today
the more remain for tomorrow
the less I work to be
who I want to be
the more I can be who I am
a new person rises every morning
I check to see if it’s me
Yesterday was a gift
all of it
the breathing at three am
the space in between
today is a gift
all of it
sun through the trees
sparkling light on the blue waters
tomorrow is a gift
all of it
I found the voice
of my need
but it doesn’t come
in words
The interesting part of cliff jumping
is definitely not the landing
there is no perfect colour
for passing swiftly through
the downward rushing air
turning around and around
will press the lack of reality
deeply into your twirling eyeballs
I have been gambling
that the temperature for transforming
butterfly like
from the steaming heat of ignorance
is reached just before the moment
of impact
I have allowed fear
to control my life
out of love
and an inexplicable need.
The fear is not all mine
or all hers or yours.
It is the love that sustains
everything.
So we make this journey
together
my love and fear
towards our destination
where we will separate
into love
which is all there is
