sinks behind an invisible hill,
showing its trees' silhouettes.
Smoke sits between us and them,
flattening and fading the landscape
I seek refuge in humility,
so I can feel the lift
of the Mind that breathes all things,
the Life that lights awakening,
that leads to where we all forgive
and are forgiven,
and so relearn the way
to reestablish heaven.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 20, 2023
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