A survivor,
arms held up to the living God,
the sunrise baptizes its limbs.
Leaves like swords, a warrior
and a home for birds and the yucca moth
pollinator of the desert.
A fighter, and in danger
holding on to the scant life
it possesses and we pray he lives on.
Image credit; Y S @ Unsplash
This image shows Joshua trees in a California desert, in the background the sun is rising over the hills.
©2025 Lisa Paul
#WDYS
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
“A survivor,
arms held up to the living God,
the sunrise baptizes its limbs.”
Love.
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thank you, Melissa!
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Excellent
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Thank you, Sarah!
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A lovely poem, Lisa.
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Thank you so much, that means a lot
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A very vivid scene described in your poem Lisa. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you 🥰
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Your poetry is so creative and innovative, Lisa. “the sunrise baptizes its limbs.” I love this thought.
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Thank you, that means so much to me!
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Lisa I love this piece – such powerful images of struggle, renewal, and connection to the divine, and your juxtaposition of life, death, and nature adds a lot of depth ❤️
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Thank you so much for your kind words!
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You are welcome Lisa
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Great poem, Lisa! You captured its essence perfectly.
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thank you so much!
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Wonderful writing, and thank you for your empathy, Lisa!
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Thank you so very much!
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You’re welcome!
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