There is no imagination even
To know the beat of waves in rhythm
stripping, striking stone to sand
gasping breath and fear together
pushed and pulled in chords of love.
startled wakened in a scream
threatened breath
strangled dream
yet i lay me down again
a soul to keep
from terror ends
finding morning’s choir of love
hymns of peace
with eyes of God.
She knew beauty from inside out
flaming life with gentle sparks
When death like cancer found her heart
beauty breathless cried for help.
She died too early for spring’s warmth
beneath the surface broken, hurt
with hopeful lilies by her side
and dreams of color catching light.
-For Janice.
As the temperatures climb,
our hearts begin to race as we run to the cherry blossoms,
beholding the forgiveness of our mother earth as we are embraced by life itself, a
nd everything green in spite of our hatred for each other.
Have mercy.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
As the temperatures climb, our hearts begin to race as we run to the cherry blossoms, beholding the forgiveness of our mother earth as we are embraced by life itself, and everything green in spite …
Source: Beholding the Forgiveness
