
Horses manes bucking and flowing,
I am ever and you are knowing, do you really think it’s time for you to be going?
I was just beginning to fill in the gaps,
With violet cobalt frayed maps,
I saw the silk sunrise ,
Tucked behind your sometimes miles away eyes,
I know with certainty, I’ve been at this river bank before,
and I saw the leaves not leaving but only keeping score,
All is a state of illuminate,
Mark and trust my words, up ahead are better days.
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Published by Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers by April Barnhart MDiv
Heartland Native, Northwest transplant. April Barnhart is a graduate of Earlham School of Religion. Former Interfaith Chaplain and Pastor. April has been writing poetry and music for close to 30 years.
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