hope unhidden

to write beauty and

poetry sweeping unsilent across white space.          

                          space.

gorge of white, waiting for meaning poured into crevice,

branches dangling for the climb to what is.

with the wind and the wings to dive into canyon

and

pray

and come out more alive again.

pouring, dancing the ink,

underlining what is there, what is seen,

what was previously discovered or undiscovered.

uncovered.

naked words a vision of vulnerable want

and doubt and pulsing delight.

the deepest of wells, life-giving water, drawing for the thirsty.

because there is hope.  

in may, the art journaler community took flight together

nest

space

created

    purposeful

repurposed

   strands

found, gathered

woven

shimmering

ein gedi

cradled

         gently

fragile shell deserted

fragile bones under sopping feathers

waiting for time

   gaining courage

     nurturing dreams

     of flight

we're taking flight over at the art journaler this month; linking up with other winged lovelies.