A cloud hovers over my city.
Heaven touching earth,
displaying the beauty of dark and light,
soft hues of hope in between.
The people gathered in my town tonight,
peacefully, respectfully.
A sense of communion, communal grieving, empowerment.
Wanting a better way, to create a better story.
As the evening came to a close, all it took was one.
A some-one, broken deep in the heart
to ignite the brokenness of the other-ones
until the factions began.
And communion was over.
And the old story of “us vs them” began again.
Meanwhile, a cloud hovers over my city.
Nature’s communion. Heaven touching earth.
An endless offering to humanity – in the air we breathe to the earth that sustains us. Everything we need to thrive - but only when we are in communion.
Heaven touching earth,
displaying the beauty of dark and light,
soft hues of hope in between.
The people gathered in my town tonight,
peacefully, respectfully.
A sense of communion, communal grieving, empowerment.
Wanting a better way, to create a better story.
As the evening came to a close, all it took was one.
A some-one, broken deep in the heart
to ignite the brokenness of the other-ones
until the factions began.
And communion was over.
And the old story of “us vs them” began again.
Meanwhile, a cloud hovers over my city.
Nature’s communion. Heaven touching earth.
An endless offering to humanity – in the air we breathe to the earth that sustains us. Everything we need to thrive - but only when we are in communion.
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