I was half-gone and worn
From mourning, A little flame in me Still burning, But less and less. And more and more I turned to nothing instead. The windowed hall I walked Was shifting. The door I saw ahead Was missing. Bells rang and rang, A voice sang, sang. I did not answer the knock. Seated at last, I heard I understood What the windows were for. Music begins not for An ending, But to flourish in score. The sun rises not for Falling night, But to give the earth life. Mothers will carry not for Emptied arms, But to raise a child right. Husbands will marry not for Forgetting, But to love and protect. Friendships give all not for Promises, But to serve and respect. So I will walk not to Close distance, See through the windows to The present. And here and now For Him alone, Will doors be opened again.
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Amanda White
11/14/2017 09:25:10 pm
This was a very beautiful piece. What a coincidence - it's hitting me spot on with some stuff that happened today. I needed this a little. Maybe I need to keep looking for windows. :)
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Abi
9/28/2020 01:00:55 pm
Wow, I don't think I ever saw this! Looking through these old blog posts and glad one or two made an impact;)
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Sarah Brown
11/15/2017 03:22:53 am
This is amazing and absolutely spoke to me. Again, my dream has come true...you have surpassed me. More poetry please. I hunger for such wisdom. Thank you, daughter. By feeding you I have fed myself. How beautiful....
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