Beneath a haloed moon
soft shadows ruffle a field
untouched by fence or post.

Ambushed by Autumn’s
falling leaves,
a calm claims my soul

as I pray that tomorrow
might resemble today
in this field

awash in moonlight
and the innocence
of its peace.
 

 

Praying for all whose peace has been shattered
by tragedy and grief.

Psalm 147:3
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”

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