God’s Hand

Rum and Robots

Poem written by Joni Caggiano on 07/28/20 – Photo by Stephanie LeBlanc

flower petals float into my hair
sand gathers in hills by midnight air
the moon closes her lid and darkness will fall
cypress grows in a marshland that forgot to call
creation blooms and acorns smile, as they are buried in sand
while God walks a lost child home, embracing her precious hand

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