DAILY Across bone-white grass The shadowed psyche steps out Its garment’s torn. Dreams, remembering what they have lived without, Covered in the dark life, Begin shaping the cold. We have come so far. Hapless wounds and careless words Of who we were still echo. Yet, I believe. I believe that given chance, We meet our better Self. We take in this Stranger To break bread, Knowing we have so far to go. The time is now ~Pause the dance For love rises unbidden Seeking the un-forgiven, Turning to the patient Stranger Unfurling its wings. Oh better angels, lift us skyward!
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