Fractured

When our hearts are torn and broken we often go digging

for gold, justifying our need for redemption

we climb the wrong mountain

seek the wrong window

to be opened.

Simply so,

we can be loved.

     

And yet

the sun sparkling

on the waves

tells us –

we are loved

already.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”