photo credit west coast woman
Dusk til Dawn
Shadow and Light
the veil is thin
The call goes out
spiritual refugees
seeking a conscious oasis-
awaken to
torrents of words
whispering past as
we linger between
the threshold of
one world and another
in
out
Truth drifting on
shattered hearts
hover just beyond
the collective reach,
pluck what is close
as mist envelops
the pain the loss the love
the ephemeral words
the 3 a.m. sentence(s)
the puzzle being solved
piece by piece
Together, Apart
We wait for Dawn.
J.S.
photo credit west coast woman
Haunting and beautiful. The words and images let the reader right inside the quiet emotion of that moment at 3:00 a.m.
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A lot in there Janet. I’ve read it several times over and am still thinking about it- in a wondering and pondering way. A powerful piece of writing, thanks for holding this ‘thin place’ for us.
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Wow! This is beautiful. Brava!
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I know that those 3 am words! Beautifully done!
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Thank you Frances…..not such a vulnerable place when you know there are others….gathering pieces of the puzzle and “waiting for Dawn”
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spiritual refugees
seeking a conscious oasis-
Oh, how I love this.
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a gift at 3:00 a.m…..waiting for the Dawn.
Thank you for reading and hearing.
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A pleasure.
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