When the world turns weird though the sky stays sapphire
Fear finds its F-stop capturing crashing crystal.
Glass crunches underfoot sanctuaries no longer safe.
These are the times that try weary women’s souls.
Now every nation, even ours, shall tremble, tremble,
Awaiting wickedness, war and all the caustic casualties
Of hatred let off its long leash while we, the warrior women,
In mud up to our ears and angry struggle to stand up, shoulder to shoulder,
And face the fray—fearful but determined and diligent—
Knowing this is the uncommon hour our pasts have prepared us for.
buildingapoem 
Trembling, trembling. Truly.
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Extremely powerful poem – stunning! This really is an ‘uncommon hour’ isn’t it, and we all need to draw on whatever strength we have to help build new sanctuaries that are safe, from which to birth a more peaceful world. Thank for sharing 🙂 Blessings, Harula xx
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LOVE THIS!!
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Reblogged this on Charissa's Grace Notes and commented:
Writer Spilecki does it again!!
C’MON! Let these words GOAD you.
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