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Through wildfire haze, elk stumbled over ash Their hooves printed sorrow into the soot Even survivors carry smoke
Through murky reeds, grebes dove for dreams Their ripples stitched stillness into song Each splash a hidden stanza
Across the river, a family of elephants touched trunks in silence The air between them was warm with memory Love in the wild doesn’t need sound
Branches clawed at the fog like ink scratching vellum, etching hieroglyphs across the gray gospel of air. I traced their crooked script with my eyes and thought: maybe faith is this—not in clarity, but in shapes too jagged to parse, marks that bruise before they bless.