Past ghosts lurk unseen
Wash over dreams, obscure truth.
Flee by light of day.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Nice word play about how we are sometimes haunted by night with “those” thoughts and memories. ❤
Thanks. 🙂
Another beautifully written haiku. I love your writing! 🙂
I’m glad I found your blog. I love your writing, too. I was once a Hospice Chaplain and feel your deep connection with death and dying. ❤
I’m glad I found your blog too! 🙂 And wonderful you were a hospice chaplain and was able to be with the patient and families during that time….I imagine it would have been quite emotional at times. Take care! -phoebe