I tell you what I see — the landscape of the spirit requires a lung, but no tongue.
~Emily Dickinson
Sisters I speak to you of loss
the cuts that tear down and leave us broken
they hit just as sure as a lumberjack
and we are never quite the same
but despair and love are a two-winged bird
even in the struggle to move on
there is a promise that lingers
and it has the power to lift us
remember that in your winter journeys
for birds soar the sky together
and there is comfort and warmth in the congregation
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Daughters I speak to you of hope
even in the heavy burden of doubt
it has the power to change the landscape
if we give it light like an open curtain in morning
for life is both a forest and a mountain of cut logs
the path is hard and lovely
but even in the struggle to endure
there is a warming fire in our truest home
~~~
Mothers I speak to you of life
beyond the cries and breath of being
and before the prayers that yearned for something more
there are seeds planted long before the blossom’s greenery
soul’s song carried long before the throat a voice
for every mother carries and birth’s eternity.
For Susie 💖
Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #197. The image here is different than the one at the prompt for my poem became a tribute to brilliant lighted souls and love but the words hold resemblance to the Muse image.
