A new work of art and a poem. Blessings on your day.
On This Late Summer Morn On this late summer morn, She sits where mind rests, prayers flow. Wonder at the world of blame Brings her head to bow. On this late summer morn, The sky dark from falling ash, Our lungs fill, the sun remains Hidden. Even he fears the heat. On this late summer morn, Thousands fleeing a war-torn country, Our hearts fill, the moon remains Hidden. Even she cries with the knowledge. On this late summer morn, Delta dead are piled into trucks, Our minds fill, the stars remain Hidden. Even they wonder at the folly of it all. On this late summer morn, She recognizes all that is sacred, Sees the beauty in all creatures, all life, Her heart opens with the embracing of it all. @Janis Dehler
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Beautiful
Thank you, Mary.
Indeed poignant and timely!👍🏼
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Thank you, Katherine. ❤️
Beautiful, Jan.
You captured so much pain, craziness, beauty and ambiguity.
♥️ Nancy
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Thank you! ❤️
Jan, you have captured humanity’s ethos… morphing into pathos. Let us stay strong in heart and mind, showing all others trapped in fear, that there is hope to recover into compassionate harmony.
Thank you!
Frank and Kathy Schweigert
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Again, awesome. Dee
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