When we write sparks on a page
they were never meant to be a canister
of dynamite, flinging the negative into the air
although sometimes we do need to fight
with the gift of strength.
Still, art is more powerful
than hate, the beauty of a flower
breaking darkness, sending it away,
our words, our gifts
were always meant to bring
warmth and light.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”