Belonging

The stunning rainbow after last nights thunderstorm. There have been storms on a nightly basis for the last few nights. The days have been full of sunshine and the world looks like it might after a wash with rain. Refreshed, vibrant green and ready for the day.

This poem was shared by a reader after reading my little piece on alone or lonely. I asked her for permission to share it, as it suited so well and rings so true.

Belonging

Born into the world
But never belonging
Always alone
And ever a longing
For something far greater
Than ever can be
In a place between Void
And Eternity.

A place called Time

 by Peggy Hairston

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