Saturday, August 25, 2018

Grief

Experimenting with poetry and art tonight😊🌸


Grief is a sodden bird,
her ladened feathers heavy.
She waits beneath dripping leaves
for the gray days to pass.

And when they do, 
she takes a breath
lifts her head 
and forces herself to fly.

Maybe one day...
maybe...
she will soar again.






Friday, August 17, 2018

Truly the light is sweet.



Truly the light is sweet,
and a pleasant thing it is for
the eyes to behold the sun:
Ecclesiastes 11:7