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Hope in uncertain times

We move

Swaying in all directions

The waves of uncertainty crash against us

Unsure of which way to plan our course

Brain fog like the Scottish har


I am not moved by the sway

I will not look to the crashing waves

I will cast my eyes ahead to your light through the mist


The sun sets but you will cause it to rise again

The tide is out but you will cause it to return

And your breath like the wind will move us to a spacious place


Poem by Jaclyn Stuart written 23/09/20


Painting below titled " At peace", oil on canvas, available to buy soon at upcoming November exhibtion called "Journey through the garden"













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          Fife, Scotland UK                           art@jaclynstuart.com