Uncover The Sun

For Ukraine

 

There’s a bear

in the field

of sunflowers

tearing through

those golden glories

simply because

it doesn’t want them

to shine

 

Sometimes

destruction

has no purpose

but destruction,

forcing beauty 

into ruin,

and profaning 

the sacred

 

The sacred is a gift

that small minds

and cold hearts

cannot find

in themselves,

and set out 

to extinguish 

in others

 

But no matter how many 

flowers perish

in any season,

their seeds fall upon 

the nourishing earth

and grow

and grow

and grow

(2/26/22)

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