A Meditation
I see that the high sky
is the true blue of innocence
and the deep indigo of the clouds
is close to the colour of wood smoke
fired by the haunting red
of the embers of a fire.
In this I see high art
but were I to paint it on canvas
It would look cheap and unbelievable
like faith in human nature
and not like the simple goodness.
which I find in you.
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