the curtains
untied usher in
a cool breeze, and a ray
of light
gently touches my skin.
I smile, and hum
a little tune!
My voice echoes down
into this earth—
friends speak
of the nation’s plight…
I try to distance myself
from what is soon-to-be behind—
for a good reason!
Moments of stillness are
a miracle in themselves!
What is less or more?
In a shady room
the curtains
untied usher in
a cool breeze, and a ray
of light
gently touches my skin.
I smile, and hum
a little tune,
it echoes down
into this earth
as the rain softly waters
a field!
Friends, neighbors speak
of the nation’s plight…
though I am moved,
I distance myself
from the noise and unrest,
all that soon-to-be behind—
for a good reason!
Moments of stillness are
miracles in themselves!
What is less or more?
Rev August 2020
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