Thursday, August 8, 2024

The divine spark


After days of being serenaded 
By the mournful lament of foghorns, 
 Sunsets obscured behind a murky haze, 
The gray mist lifted briefly yesterday 
To reveal this spectacular striation: proof 
The sun still lives behind the clouds, 
And (I choose to believe) 
The divine spark still resides beneath 
The darkest of hearts…

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