Maybe it’s the moon pulling at the saltwaters of this earth, pulling the tides high up on the shores around me and in me. You see, I don’t cry much these days (the moon hides so well behind all the clouds, I rarely see her), but this poem brought tears to my eyes. Because I see the ruins, too, and I’m doing my best to plant dandelions and sing songs of praise to the weeds that take root in the trouble, making way for the life to come after... Thank you for your poem! 🙏🏻
In the ending times so many overlooked angels and comrades will come into our company. In some ways upendings are treasure hunts. Dandelions will be a totem of some wise mob on the morning after. Thanks for this note and the word of salt. Really.
Maybe it’s the moon pulling at the saltwaters of this earth, pulling the tides high up on the shores around me and in me. You see, I don’t cry much these days (the moon hides so well behind all the clouds, I rarely see her), but this poem brought tears to my eyes. Because I see the ruins, too, and I’m doing my best to plant dandelions and sing songs of praise to the weeds that take root in the trouble, making way for the life to come after... Thank you for your poem! 🙏🏻
In the ending times so many overlooked angels and comrades will come into our company. In some ways upendings are treasure hunts. Dandelions will be a totem of some wise mob on the morning after. Thanks for this note and the word of salt. Really.