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Bright Light Flowers

October 8, 2021
By Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
147 articles 41 photos 1014 comments

Favorite Quote:
The universe must be a teenage girl. So much darkness, so many stars.
--me


Let Creation protect its most fragile light.

 Let the fragile light protect the bright and rouged children

who waved their hands at high, high, high mountain Vacation Bible School

 and got sent home, dry, dry, dry, on a bus to a neighborhood

 where children are shot and killed as easily as rubber bands

 and they are abused and the powerful keep secret their fragile beauty,

 the final hours of a flower petal in the sand.

Yes, the children are red flowers

 growing in sand.

Some of them are meant to live and some may fade.

But let us keep our music high

as we praise the Light on the bus rolling over the rosey sky

 back to a place called Roseland,

where envious houses are anointed with carefully polished Chicago sunshine.

Like limited pennies in a homeless man’s hat,

 the music will not protect the little children forever.

They have chances, and then they’re once more short.

Oh, let us keep our hands moving to Jesus.

Oh, oh, oh, let the music keep the rainbow high,

 oh, let the weak and wounded light

shine in the paper gutter of existence,

let a smile crawl up and down their faces.

 Their faces are a thistle of a journey,

a green journey,

so sing to Jesus.



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Lydiaq ELITE said...
on Oct. 18 2021 at 9:42 am
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
147 articles 41 photos 1014 comments

Favorite Quote:
The universe must be a teenage girl. So much darkness, so many stars.
--me

It's about Roseland. That's a neighborhood on the South Side of Chicago.

on Oct. 17 2021 at 1:04 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
200 articles 23 photos 1053 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

is this about afghanistan?