Witness renewal
born under burnt skies
and frozen fields
Strength finds stability on shaky ground
And even as vernacular spews vulgarity
in messages meant to disguise fear and longing
growth takes hold
And even as angels sigh
weary from age-old battles
growth takes hold
It takes hold
A young man will find his way
and broken hearts will mend
out there on vast oceans
as growth takes hold
Artwork: “Letting Go” by David Millen (This beautiful sculpture can be found on the hospice floor of Middlesex Hospital.)
Beautiful poem.
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Lovely poem and compelling like the photo 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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I find myself re-reading this a while …
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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