Harvest

My dreams are rich these days, guideposts to slowing down and receiving.

This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings.

So love, love, love.

― Hafiz

I’m mesmerized by this poem.

“Duplex: Black Mamas Praying” by Antoinette Brim-Bell. You can hear her read the poem, and her comment on it here:

2 thoughts on “Harvest”

I look forward to hearing her read the poem. Harvesting. Yes. I am glad you are also feeling love.

❤️

Elaine

Cathy Edgett says:

August 12, 2020 at 8:36 am

Thank you Elaine. Yes!! As do you! ❤

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