in dark arms of trees
sky burns her brightest candles
hangs prayer flags and cries
in the midst of tragedy and unrest
i look up to the gathering light
which falls so evenly on
us all.
there is no holding back,
no judgement,
or hesitation.
light simply enters us.
lifts our eyes forever upward
above the fray
of our wretched brokenness.
reaches down into our darkest hours,
lights more candles, hangs more glory.
every new day since the beginning of time
repeats her flood of light and hope;
"wake up, wake up
wake up to love."
haiku my heart
may everything we do
be an altar of love.
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