Hate
weaves wicked spells,
cloaking greed.
Swords
thrust deep within,
rending hearts.
Rage,
a toxic brew,
shredding trust.
Pain
that dwells alone
kissing death.
Hope
lighting up the sky,
singing joy.
Balm,
breathes healing strength
in raw wounds.
Love,
energizing
what was dead.
Peace
that holds our hearts,
sparking life.
Birth
that comes from two
finding love.
Art,
releasing magic
in mind’s eye.
Song
that soars with joy,
shifting soul.
Source
welling from beyond,
granting dreams.
Author – Bill Tidsbury