Monday, February 2, 2026

Spark

An untethered dream
Weaves through clouds of wonder,
While the stream of hope
Lies clogged with ash below.
Gods abandoned us!
There’s nothing holy here.
Despair cloaks our hearts;
Our gaze drops to the ground.
Memory’s tendrils
Grasp with tenacity—
Could our faith renew
With a spark of kindness?

 ~*~

Written for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 742 using the prompt words below renew weaves through cloaks holy untethered tendrils gods spark ash wonder.


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2 comments:

  1. Keera Ann FoxFebruary 5, 2026 at 8:37 AM

    Sums up 2026 so far with more beauty than it deserves.

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  2. PaulaFebruary 5, 2026 at 9:51 AM

    The news was definitely on my mind as I wrote it. I ignore most of the prompts now, but those words instantly came together…

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