Looking

Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. It seems I should be able to do something, that the news that heralds a dim future can find in our local communities some hope for our country. I am disheartened.

Looking

Outside, sunny
Inside, not;
My heart is clouded,
Subdued, lost
In the never-good-news
Of the times,
Looking for the hope
In the openness
Of more who speak
Truth—repeating
Over the stench of dark
The liberty of light
And life
Inside all,
Outside, yet to be.

Sheri Edwards
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Poetry/Photography

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