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And Then There Was Light
Destruction is Creation.
The Void, ripped open
By the Light,
The Cosmic knife
Piercing through dark matter,
Spilling shards of radiance,
Bleeding light, birthing stars,
And us with the dust.
All wounds, transmuting pain into
New flesh.
Beauty and innocence, nurtured in a
Dark womb.
Birth, emerging with screams and
Open eyes.
The butterfly, born from
Shearing off the face.
Roots tearing the soil,
Blossoming the manifested.
Light and Shadow, betrothed,
The polarity;
The paradox.
….an older poem with new art….
©2017/10/29 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: “Heaven’s Gate” digital art ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
Powerful.
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Thank you!
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Love this, Barb! Very profound in the imagery and Martha’s art couples well with your word crafting. 🙂
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Thank you! ♥️
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