Are we in exile then? Lord, have you removed us only to preserve us and to protect us from ruin? Though we feel uprooted, tossed aside, the best of us left rotting beneath a brutal sun, could it be that you will yet plant us tenderly and share sustaining spirit of your vine through which we, who cling to you, shall know you by heart?
We have wept endless tears, lost homes and friends in familiar country where kings still prosper, eating fat off the land where we sweated blood. Here, we stare into a future, dry as this dusty desert wasteland. This vast landscape is haunted by sweet songs we have not yet learned to sing by willow waters weeping.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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Peace and love, Carole
one with a sense of wonder.
Great write Dawn!
Awesome poetry.
John
Paul;-}
This is certainly one to make us think! I love the pondering process you've chosen here.
Stunning work!
Lisa
Love Tinak
landscape is haunted by sweet songs
we have not yet learned to sing
by willow waters
weeping..."
Beautiful.
Elizabeth
times. We are in exile, for yet awhile...superbly done!
Eileen