First Light
I caught first light in those few hours when the innocence of the world played open like a child’s skirts, twirling in the breeze with
June 28, 2015
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I caught first light in those few hours when the innocence of the world played open like a child’s skirts, twirling in the breeze with
Now I awaken, grief and fear drained from my body, words of prayer green as summer rising with the faith of sunlight. Like a black
There are terrors that restrain the heart with iron fence where open land once graced the sky. You see it in a child’s eyes, feel
The uncertainty of night and random dreams pass, the empty bucket of morning echoing dully as it lifts from the deeper darkness, drawing up the
The words I speak or write, do they really matter beneath the waterfall of life, all the tragedy and loss and wandering in the dark?