Six of Swords
Motherpeace Tarot by Karen Vogel and Vicki Noble
My sharp sorrows
touch theirs. We grieve.
And we heal with roses.
The thirteen trees
wait for me at the grove.
My five sisters and I
agree on mutual sovereignty,
and choose to fly.
On the ground
things are not golden.
We rest on the air,
in the healing distance,
our shared hearts breathing
in skyview.
©Susa Silvermarie 2025
I see that you continue to keep the faith.