Psalm 4

Bird-nests like blood-clots

in the veins of bare trees.


I say my beads on the porch

as December sun westers

into a pink-streaked dusk.


Thank you for this corner

of the round world. Thank you

for the cloud-brushed heavens,

for the snow-blotched earth.


Bring peace to war-bled lands,

healing to hate-seared souls,

restoration to life-weary limbs,

bring cool drops of starlight

like a hundred thousand blessings

upon your grace-parched people.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-07 at 09:07

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Helen Paquin The PoetBay support member heart!
Amen! Yah, it would be great to see a better would,
in peace & happiness, no crazy drugs, no greed.
And a will to live. Well done.