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It was on that devilishly hot day
when the sun was an orb of fire
in the sky that you watched her
break apart the dirt and plant
seeds of kindness and all you
wanted to do was to patch the
cracks so the light could not
shine through.
I asked you why you would
want to shroud everything in
darkness and keep out all the
light but you had no answer.
Perhaps you did not know
that between the cracks is where
the laughter of the Goddess
resides and prisms of rainbows
spread their wings.
© Karen A. VandenBos
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| Karen A.VandenBos |
Karen A. VandenBos was born on a warm July morning in Kalamazoo, MI. A PhD course in shamanism taught her to travel between two worlds. A Best of the Net nominee, her writing has been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Blue Heron Review, Moss Piglet, and others.
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