I walk outside
with the divine.
Through wooded fields
and hills I climb.
Kissed by the sun
and blessed by the wind.
Then back to the city
and some joy rescinds.
Among all the buildings,
the shiny streets,
and homeless people
I try not to meet.
Is there still not the sun
to kiss my face?
Is there still not the wind
to bless this place?
Just like the woods,
where my mind was clear,
it is up to me
to bring blessings here.
This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Blessings
Poetry Prompts and Poems 
“back to the city
and some joy rescinds”
I get that, and I like your conclusion. 🙂
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Thank you. It’s good to find ways to get away and recharge and I wrote this wondering how easy it really is to bring that energy back with you.
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