Waiting For a Miracle

The mountain range sat solidly,

spread out under

the periwinkle sky, the clouds

sitting causally

like sourdough bread on the countertop,

warm from the oven,

both healing hearts,

like a spiritual storefront

offering options for the lost and weary.


Hour 11



2 thoughts on “Waiting For a Miracle

  1. This is fantastic!!! I’m in love with the imagery of the clouds as loaves of bread, sitting on the mountains like the loaves on the counter, creatively and succinctly portraying the fluffiness and warm comfort of them. Despite the very grounded subject, this poem made it absolutely magical. What a pleasure to read!

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