Our Brokenness No Longer Dances

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In the stillness of the forest fog, our brokenness no longer dances,

as we absorb the silence, and the forest accepting

all of our prayers, our captivity is broken.

And our jagged edges

become smooth,

as we hear the hope

of chipmunks playing

in the leaves,

and our spirit breathes 

even more

of our healing.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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