November is a month of counting blessings and being thankful. The following poem and artwork illustrate something for which I am very thankful, not just in November but throughout the year.
© LJR 2022
WILD SKIES
When the sky’s ablaze with color
In some wild, prismatic display,
It reminds me of my certainty
This world is not some cosmic fluke.
There is purpose to my daily struggles.
There is hope beyond my fails or grief.
I will face no walls I cannot climb,
I will cross no depths too deep.
Now many folks will scoff and argue,
They prefer things black and white.
But my faith’s a well of vibrant colors
I can draw my fill from every day.
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