If it pleases God,
Let your heart be moved as trees are moved by wind.
Let human precipitation manifest and release the grief of our past.
Please God, catharsis.
My heart sends prayers that rush like the briny sea
and foam from my soul whose light waxes, newly lit.
There were over 100 days of silence,
Then there was a dance, followed by passionate correspondence
ensued by a meeting up in the night, and running away…
24 more days of silence,
Suddenly there was a kiss.
I dream. I wait.
Most of all,
I pray.
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| DAY 335 Art by Valerie Dowdy www.valeriedowdy.com 8 x10 oil on canvas (I think this piece is sold) |
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