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before the sun
a darkness
unrepentant for his ways
as grasses grew
covered by the wind
black
and cool to touch
as mercy
like a stone –
became another moon
a weightless night
alone
but for a promise
– the voice of simple dreams
called from
empty caverns
raging seas
with stories
of forever –
some other plan was made
to flush the fields
with color
yet unnamed
by hands
in quiet working
feather into wing –
beauty from the shadows
an almost
glistening
as answer
to an ancient prayer
moved this heart to plea
became of grace
forgiveness for
the dawn
. . .
Commissioned angels.
What a lovely thought, dear Salva…….. I love that (and you). Thank you. ❤
No, no, thank YOU for all those visions. 🙂
beautiful!
Thank you, my dear friend. You touch my soul. ~ B
A good one, Bobbie
O, Stephen. I’m so so glad you think so. 🙂 ~ Ever just love.
perfection. feels like you are in my head today. Have a blessed day, dear friend.
I am absolutely sure that’s a wonderful place to be. Thank you, Millie. Always ❤
Your words raise too many thoughts and feelings for me to even begin to make comment here, Bobbie. Suffice to say, this is magnificent…..xo
Me
I understand. As of late, I’ve read several things that do the same for me. Maybe it’s part of my growing older, but then again……maybe it’s just that I’m more open to the things likely to make me cry. ❤
Not anything to do with growing older… Just proof to you that you have a heart that cares. ~xo~
Me