One Enduring Sky
A poem to keep faith in better days - because the world needs it right now
One enduring sky
Above the hurt and heckling
Lies one enduring sky
Her wisp and wonder speckling
To balm each storm passed by
She bears them all, returns to calm
However hard the cry
The winds that whip, the rain that tips
That one enduring sky
.
As planes of war invade her space
New fumes pollute the air
As trails etch pain upon on her face
Man’s ugly scars to wear
She mixes but she fixes
Wiping clean each slate of grey
Serene, reminding us to heal
Have faith in better days
Some poems are like art. When you look at a work of art it catches your eye. This poem caught my attention, and I slowed down to take it in. I don't write a lot of poems, but I love to read them.
Beautiful 💓