When the insanity of the nations attempts to strangle us
it’s not a matter of holding on, it’s a matter of growing
new wings, so that we can fly higher than the war
not to escape, but to bring freedom, and to encourage
one another. The weary need art or a voice
to lift them up. We will never be beaten
if we can grow new wings.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”