Today’s poem prompt was the Six of Swords from The Enchanted Tarot by Amy Zerner and Monte Farber. (Click here to see the card.)
Over water
Do not weep, Mother; the waves
are soft and the boat sturdy.
We are not lost – see, the birds
know where we are! Sun shines, sky
blues, and breeze lifts our small sail.
There, there, Mother; the rainbow
marks our place, and the wide sea
holds us in her circling arms
so we cannot sail beyond
the safety of the round earth.
Be at peace, Mother; the night
will come, and with it the stars
in their glittering millions
to watch and the moon to steer
our little craft home.
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