Unitatis Trium


Rain wombed clouds, dry grass, and faith
hold communion in the prairie of crows
hoping unity can piece together
a truce humans won’t politicize into failure.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

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  1. Eddie BluelightsDecember 15, 2019 at 11:05 AM

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  2. Eddie BluelightsDecember 15, 2019 at 11:05 AM

    Love the message here, Susie.

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  3. SusanDecember 15, 2019 at 11:21 AM

    Hope and prayer, by a natural trinity. Good, good.

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  4. Carrie Van HornDecember 15, 2019 at 11:45 AM

    Nature has a wisdom that humans lack. This is gorgeous Susie! Wise and beautifully rendered message! It is wonderful to see you here at the Muse!

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  5. FireblossomDecember 15, 2019 at 11:55 AM

    Never underestimate nature's ability to heal us, even in spite of ourselves.

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  6. MargaretDecember 15, 2019 at 3:15 PM

    Just adore every line!

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  7. purplepeninportland.comDecember 19, 2019 at 6:00 PM

    Well done, Susie. I like the image of prairie of crows.

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  8. HelenDecember 20, 2019 at 10:16 AM

    Perfectly penned as we head into what is sure to be non-peaceful political territory.

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  9. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerJanuary 13, 2020 at 4:49 PM

    I am not sure if this piece makes me feel hopeful, or dejected--but I love it!

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