There is Hope

Happy Sunday! The Aliens seem to have landed this morning, There is renewed hope of having adequate sleep even though flyer saucers linger carrying tracers of what was a favorite religious organization for children to track me in my house, I rewrite the conscripts of my poem, for the painting of the SEA I painted long ago. The Sea speaks,’ “My waves are stretched like arms to surround you

I carry kindness and love contagiously in motion to the shore.

Help me to speak to the expressions of truth, commitment and judgement,

as I attempt to leave a mark on this land, the country, and its communities in the tide pools of tranquility. I resign reaching my branches above the deep rich sand, Resting.”

‘The Sea Speaks’ sold

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