In our world of unbridled hate, that overflows
our golden mountains, tears down our purple tapestries,
steals our sacred peace, no wonder many long for her
heavenly arms surrounding us, a heart
caring for us, and praying.
The opposite of strife,
of a mother.
Life not death.
I understand this completely,
and I hope
she is still praying for me.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Statue of The Lady of Lavang, a visitation recorded in Vietnam
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”