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Sunday, July 30, 2017

Somewhere a baby wakes









Somewhere a baby wakes

stretches arms to the sky

blood speckled with flecks
of my dna and spirit
I cannot hold nor see him 
separated by barriers of 
hatred and indifference
Somewhere a baby wakes
and though I cannot hold 
nor see him – I feel him 
running in the fragrant grass
of an endless spirit savannah
sliding through my veins he 
or she laughing in the curve
of my arms – our eyes shimmer 
hearts pulse together -
Somewhere a baby wakes 
stretches arms to sky and
souls meet
inseparable



3 comments:

  1. I can feel the loving heart, separated by distance and circumstance. I love the image of the child running on the savannah, and LOVE "souls meet inseparable." Yes, they do. And, in time, face to face.

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  2. Sad separation. It's palpable.

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  3. Oh, Pearl. This is lovely. Poignant, heart-breakingly so, but lovely.

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