23 Tuesday Apr 2019
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling, Uncategorized
Tags
forgiveness, grief, home, life, love, meaning, none the same, prayer, regret, remembrance, tears i cry by name, time, truth
there’s a sound
that sorrow makes
in still dark rooms –
a void
beyond the burden
an anguished understanding
would you know
for whom I grieve
daffodils I planted
yesterday
on paths of stone
hearts are rent
life recalls its meaning
with circumspect
reminders
was this the way
we came
searching out our others –
the truth
we gave away
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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