Wednesday, June 12, 2019

A Miracle Life Speaks at All

We are gathered here together
To form the pattern that is us,
The languages spun by ashes,
The conversations of the dust.

We try to twist to catch ourselves
Converting the reader to poem,
The hollow into sacred grove,
The echoing shadow to home.

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