but for the whisper of a breeze
the fluttering call of a bird
the breath of love close by

then the myriad other muted signs of life
begin to spin, spin
themselves into a frenzy
as money changes hands
over and over and over again
and soon that’s all that can be heard

from a distance
across the divide
a chasm of failed understanding

cling to the coo of the mourning dove
the rustling of the trees
the flash of the comet singing out loud
if love only infused
maybe it could all work

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5 Responses to somehow

  1. What a beautiful poem Nancy! I echo your sentiments…”maybe it could all work.. somehow”! I hope so! ❤

  2. Reblogged this on bodyandsoulnourishmentblog and commented:
    A beautiful poem of hope in the mist of the noise and confusion of our human affairs… there is always Nature to ground us in its beauty and peace!

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