Pagosa Springs Artists

Just Out of Sight

 

The fury of a storm is most fearful while
lightning and thunder crash all around,
calm skies still out of sight.

The coldest part of a dark night
is the drear hour before dawn,
daylight just out of sight.

The deepest hurt of any wound
is sorrow at my brokenness,
healing yet beyond sight.

 

first published in Nomad’s Choir

also published in Illinois State Poetry Society 

©2011 Bonnie Manion

   

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