No one
would call it cozy exactly, living
here.
Some days are spiked
and piercing.
Our tears are fire,
Spilling out, burning the soul.
Oh! But remember!
Moments (so many!) when our joy is too vigorous
to contain, evoking deep-throated
delight And honeyed
tears.
Living in
the Land is the thorniest of privileges.
It just is.
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5 comments:
Love the pairing of "thorny" and "privilege!" creates an evocative image.
Thank you! Perfect description
Thanks for this. The balance is tilted in the more painful, thornier direction these days.
Yes, indeed! Your poem nailed it! Thanks for sharing it.
This is just so elegantly simple, and it evokes such a mixture of emotions, Rivkah
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