out of the saddest summer here we come
oh lord we are saying we are ready at last
comfort nor terror can stop us now
nor the field of blue crows at the top of the hill
tearing the flesh of the dead in the ordinary way
what you have learned no one can take from you
no one can wipe that better world from your eyes
wherever you look you see it looking back at you
it taps a finger to its nose and winks
The featured image of the tall willow tree gleaming bravely in the sunny sky is courtesy of Ellyana Moore. It is used with her permission for Cultivating and The Cultivating Project.
Bryana Joy is a writer, poet, and full-time artist who spends most of her time making and mailing the Letters From The Sea Tower, a handmade monthly subscription letter full of watercolor sketches, paintings, and snippets of glory from the Great Books. Bryana has lived in Turkey, Texas, and England, and currently resides in Eastern Pennsylvania with her husband. She enjoys hosting online poetry workshops, and her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in an assortment of literary magazines, including The Christian Century, Beloit Poetry Journal, and Chestnut Review. Bryana takes delight in thunderstorms, loose-leaf tea, green countrysides, and the music of Johann Sebastian Bach.