J. Calvert 2008
Under chandelier skies,
Stars of dust,
Shards in the night,
Clouded and broken,
Below, Parisians weep,
Drip down the face of a nation,
The world reels.
On the dawn,
Under the light of day,
Brilliant rays of metallic, brass and copper tones,
Love will wrap her veil around our shoulders,
Draw us in,
Blanketed under the warmth of love,
The sun will shine, even on the darkest day,
We will rise.
In the wake of the terrible events in Paris I have been reading the beautiful messages of hope, love and compassion from my fellow bloggers and yet, my own words lost.
Today I sat down at my computer, and the words spilt forth, in tears and sorrow. My words only a small banaid on the pain the world is feeling.
Yet, I know, we as a community, a people of…
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