Reaven In The Desert — Image by kenne
I have distrusted symbols
most of my life,
yet there it is—
black wings over sand
that has forgotten rain.
The bird does not promise rescue.
It promises presence.
In the desert,
that distinction matters.
— kenne
The Presence Of The Reaven 3 comments
Love the photo and the poem. 👌
Thank you, Michael.
You’re welcome, Kenne.