Poetry in flames

The space between A.R.ABDULLAH The quiet earth breathes underneath our feet, Where ancient stone and whispering wildness meet. No grand designs or marble towers rise To catch the wonder of the open skies; Instead, the unpaved path, the dew-kissed fern, Teach patient hearts how simply we can learn. ​We share a glance across a crowded room, A sudden flash of light within the gloom, A raw, unvarnished truth of joy and pain, Like sudden thunder and the summer rain. No masks can hide the marrow of the soul When broken pieces yearn to make us whole. ​This is the art of breath, the verse unspung, The oldest song that ever has been sung: To touch a hand, to listen to the tide, To lay our restless armor all aside, And find within the simplest, quiet space The boundless depth of human love and grace.