Wednesday, February 10, 2010

2/10

A quiet voice in my ear speaks of sorrow, of lives loved well,
Of being alone. Of a threatening drift of currents unknown,
Of handling challenge.

Of the need to learn and taking decision again. Of finding comfort
In the moment, of knowing the next hours hold little, that the now
Harbors maybe a mite more:

Found in a sweet phrase. Or the help of hands
That quietly bring a moment of calm, of peace, of order
However brief.


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