We Have Faith
The harvest will come
Gather in early nights with
Faith in Children
Faith in Sunflowers.
Passing rough seeds warmed in the August sun
We watch distant clouds rolling
hands peeling, sloughing death away
Food for darker days
Something thrives here in dead sunflowers
In the damp earth
Our thumbprint on humanity
Our eyes are full of radiant gold,
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Holistic Psychotherapist in New Orleans, Louisiana. Active participant in local spiritual communities and enjoys therapeutic personal writing and expressive art. Mags experiences fashion as empowering adornment and thrives on movement including trapeze arts and climbing anything that feels somewhat stable. When pursuing her degrees in psychology, she minored in Creative Writing.
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