Blurred

Blurred

In the soft focus

of Winter’s light

Through the breath

of cold morning air

Flows a blur of knowing

What we cannot yet see

Paints a color of hope

What we cannot yet name

Shapes a flight of love

What we cannot yet take

Blurring the edges—

of what we feel separately

and how we ultimately

live in Unity

Blessed be the hush

🌅✨🙏🌀🪶

Photo by Phil Philip Hutcherson onmurdencove.com