Thunder rolled around the hills
all night: drums and crashing cymbals.
My inflamed shoulder aches and stings
needing another new dressing.
We stumble awake into news:
the Sydney siege over. Three dead.
Half way through my retreat,
I’m pulled back to the world.
“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh
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This is vividly wonderful ! Ouch ! Can feel the aches and stings !
ReplyDeleteThank you, Pearl.
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