We feel our need for healing
and the perils rising before us.
The scent of a storm on the horizon
Approaches with a destructive strength.
Our stillness is not emptiness,
our compassion. . . leaps,
we pray for purity and compassion
for the society we inhabit
and our grandchildren inherit.
©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt. Kindle eBook, $3.99
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