There is a psalm that lingers
above the sensitive ones waiting
to be set free, waiting to be illustrated
a story told – to lift up, to fill in the colors,
revealing the earth, the sky longing
to strengthen, to empower us
hovering with just the right words
making us whole again
dancing, so that we can teach
ourselves who we are.
All we need
is to grasp
the right words,
lifting our hearts.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”