Pooling My Hailstorm

Blessings hail hard upon my heart.

I must keep warm, be moving,

yet craft a little stillness for my soul.

 

Blessings flow fast within my fingers.

I need to read, through writing—

it’s words that help me whet my dusty thanks.

 

Blessings hail hard upon my heart.

To walk the path that’s written,

I have to run with the beat of blessings.

 

Leena Nasri is a drafting author of warrior-women’s fiction. She wrote this poem on World Poetry Day 2017.

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