Are we still loved in the midst of the storm?
the desolate sky not answering, without rain
maybe a cyclone you never made
or a typhoon. Some say hang on
but they don’t feel the busted knuckles.
All we really need for a shield,
is to close our eyes and believe
that there was love in the first garden
and we were made with strength
unseen. We are loved
and deep down
we know the strength.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”