July 16, 2020 by petrujviljoen
there was a moment when the light, the moon, touched the tip of the crystal spaced (placed) on the windowsill.
below, those asleep, exhausted from hunger, wil not have noticed but for perchance in a dream. it bore witness. to those asleep. to them whose hands were deliberately (cruelly) folded when tummy’s and hearts contracted from the ache of an avoidable hunger. to the tears of the children that had to go unheeded.
a gentle beauty:
holding the capacity
of powerful change