(and other tidings)
.
Comfort
me, calm this weary
world that lives
under my skin. Be
-gin to heal these
tired, tattered pieces.
Peace
on earth, good
willed and waited
for, stored up in holey
pockets, loose-tied with
rain and vein and rope.
Hope
for some brighter
star, some polished
far brought near,
a new breeze believed,
breathed from above.
Send something
down that might
last, cast in a bit of
light, and
name it
.
…………….Love.
…
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Amazing, De. Your poems make my day. Always.
Awwww. Thank you so much, Lucretia.
‘good willed and waited for’ – bit of hope behind that phrase. Wonderful poem, De.
Thank you, Sara!