By Joan Casey
Turn off the t.v.
Unplug the phone
Enough anger to ignite
Grief to float 1,000 ships
My traveling companion
My ever-present friend.
Sit until the arrows of hatred
Morph into petals of
Falling from heaven
Fresh with dew
Gathered from tears.
Falling as blessings
On friend and foe alike
‘Til fear has no place to hide.
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