The moon desires
To loan your glow in
August nights

Don't say; “i am a waste experiment”

The Lillies will swap
places with you

Don't say; “my hope has departed
into thin air and my life sits at the edge of hades”

The stump on wild wilderness will
laugh uncontrollably, because

You've believed in a lie,
That you are a waste of space

like a flint, lift up
Your souls seeing eyes,
Beyond these boulders

A new season is hidden within
Your blind spots

PHANERŌO | Make Manifest | 🔺

Job 14:7-9
New King James Version
7 “For there is hope for a tree,
If it is cut down, that it will sprout again, And that its tender shoots will not cease.
8 Though its root may grow old in the earth, And its stump may die in the ground, 9 Yet at the scent of water it will bud
And bring forth branches like a plant


  1. Laura Denise says:

    Lovely ❤ I love the thought of the potential in the blind spots. And what a beautiful beginning, those first 3 lines!


    1. Thanks so much for your kind words. 🙏

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      1. Laura Denise says:

        You’re welcome. I like the contrast. The nature words are beautiful and melodious so the “ugly” (erroneous) self-statements really feel abrasive. Which of course adds to the whole meaning of the poem, in my opinion. 🙂 Also, it may resonate with me, in terms of my past and new season present. 😉 The image is very touching and really brings it together emotionally.

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