I thought of you today

as I walked the dry fields

and watched rolling clouds gather

for the coming night, thought

of how you said

there is no pit so deep

that he is not deeper still,

thought of scoffers

who have not seen

what we have witnessed,

who cannot hear the unheard

and my heart was sad.

It is easier for them

to believe in aliens,

in governments,

in machines,

in the evolution of humanity,

than to trust in Love.

I thought of you today,

of how you froze and died

of starvation and disease,

flea infested and forgotten,

thought of how your love

traveled an ocean to touch

a child.

Author: Darlene Franklin-Campbell

I am a poet, novelist and artist living in the Appalachian Foothills. I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm. We are timeless entities stepped into time.

4 thoughts on “Bessie,”

  1. “Figure I should see them while they still exist”….amen, Ozy.

    They were beautiful last time I was there and I had to be dragged out. I don’t like Dollywood or Gatlinburg or any of the fan fare stuff, but I liked the woods, streams, mountains, rocks and trees.



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