Life on Barbed Wire Fences

There is so much pain and so much beauty in this world.
These forces fight, always
and gaping through the wounds
of struggle-another.

That, I think, is God.
God is the thread between laughter and tears.
God is that feeling of filling.
Of pain.

A flicker of the unknown and falling.
Beauty.
The abyss of yellow light.

At war.
Wounds of this battle,
bleeding cotton and dried flowers.

And then, the places in between
where we pick our way among the embers.

Life in between.
Life on the barbed wire fences.

And the gaping wounds
where it is so dark
we can see.

    (words and photos by e.j.kirk)

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