The Wounded Sky – A Poem About Power and Listening

There are times when the world feels altered — not shattered, not saved — simply altered.

This poem explores that space.

It imagines forces greater than us, not as monsters or gods of fantasy, but as reminders of scale. When something vast moves, pride thins. Boasting quiets. The heart must decide how to stand.

The poem suggests that power is not something to chase.

It is something to survive with integrity.

The cedar stands.

The stones endure.

The sky breaks.

And yet the lesson is not despair.

It is listening.

We are dust. But dust that can choose.

And in choosing, something steadier than fear begins.

Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 07th:  https://alkonda.com/2026/03/07/the-wounded-sky/