Deadly Postage

“I talk to God but the sky is empty.” – Sylvia Plath

The modern poet begs to differ
God is wandering among the different
Nature screams for reconnection
“I am the God within you all,”
The trees and flowers denote again
The best passions are worn like thorny crowns
In the midst of heavy winds, the sky whispers,
“Let the excitement of a calling cause your re-birthing”

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