Look up into the sky
with its whispy clouds
caught in still life ballet
Let the vast expanse of its azure stage
enter your soul through your eyes
Don’t you find
an inexpressible longing within
an echo of the eternal?
Can you tell me
with conviction
that you weren’t meant for Heaven?
If you do, my brother, my sister
I won’t believe you,
because I see mirrored in your eyes
pieces of my own heart.
Beautiful poem, Anna! Love, ida
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Thanks, Ida! I think you’re the first to read it! Hot off the press… 😉
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LOVE, love , love- more echoes
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Thanks, Melanie! Glad this one echoes in your heart…kindred spirit!
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