the dark must have been so much more than physical
swelling from within, descending from without
the pain must have been so much more than material
a knife piercing right through, renting body, soul and spirit
and yet, yet it is called a good day
a doorway through to that searing place
beyond which is the new day
springing out of terrible dying
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment