"Maybe if we reinvent whatever our lives give us we find poems." --Naomi Shihab Nye
Wednesday, July 22, 2020
The Key
It's so easy to keep walking, I know dear.
But when you see someone struggling under a burden too heavy
for any one person to bear --
That's how you know you're there:
At the gate to paradise.
The outstretched hand you see
Is the key.
--Ariel Burger (2020)
Photo taken at The Clark Art exhibit "THE ART OF IRON OBJECTS FROM THE MUSÉE LE SECQ DES TOURNELLES, ROUEN, NORMANDY"
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