Mish brings us this week’s dVerse Poetics and bids us contemplate what we have gained through personal (or global) crisis.
Like the Moon I Rise
Like the moon, I rise
from the darkness
to brighten the very sky
like the moon, I rise
Like the pheonix, I rise
from fire and ash
I spread my wings and fly
like the pheonix, I rise
Sorrow cannot keep me down
when in pools of darkness
I fear to drown
like the sun, I rise
Every day, warm or cold
night may bring good-bye
but, every morning,
like the sun I rise
At Last I See the Light — from Tangled
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
I like the comparison of the rising moon with the rising phoenix.
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Thanks Frank, I was thinking of things that rise like hopefully we will rise from this current crisis. 🙂
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I pray we rise. Thanks for this uplifting poem.
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It’s happened to me before, every time I crash and burn, like the Phoenix, I rise. 😉
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there is a lot of strength in these words (K)
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Thank you.
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We do rise with the light… but is the night our ashes?
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Hmmmm, for some perhaps. 😉
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Luv your methapor of hope in rising
Much❤love
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