Camille Pissarro

i tend to think about some things
that lend to sprout of temporal wings
i float aloft in empty skies
dreaming of escape from miry lies.

there is death among such losses
led by which way the angry wind tosses
this spiral into endless chasm
heart hardened in infinite sarcasm

shall i break from where it’s dark
knees in prayer and humility stark
I find the way to softness and green
is to peer upon deep water serene

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“…God is good”