Have you ever felt how cold
and filled with dread
a summer cloud can be inside? Or…
Have you ever tried
to play a harp
and felt how strings
attuned can cut like knifes? Or…
How the brightness
of a sun can
make you just as blind
as darkness of the night? That’s why…
You should be careful
what you pray for
as your wishes might come true.
So bless the firmness of the ground
the daytime clamor
and the darkest night,
cause heaven is a place on earth.
This is poem 22 for the month of March, so I hope to make it.