It is 8 sentence Sunday. Writers submit 8 sentence snippets or poems each week. You can see more here, at Weekend Writing Warriors.
Here's this week's entry. Heavy on my mind, is one of my dear high school friends, whose beloved dad passed away last Friday. My heart has been sad and heavy, not only for his passing, but also because she lives out of town. In times like this, I seek comfort and assurance for her and for me.
I was out driving, doing errands, when this poem hit me. It is untitled.
Swirling, clean and pure
Like the driven snow,
Fresh, pervasive,
There is a presence.
There are presences.
Subzero outside,
Yet I am warm
And filled
Goodness
Light
Angels in our midst
In my midst.
