Tuesday, February 26, 2008


I sowed a seed in fields of clay
Where comrades felled in silence lay,
Bound by blood, tendered by pain
Watered with sweet-tears mixed with rain;

Of broken hearts and broken bones
Of silent prayers and midnight-groans,
In Darkness we grew, with hope our Light
And Words the feathers that gave us flight;

Soared we did, in calm and joy
Dove we did, in shock and spoil,
Returned to fields still lit in gloom
And there I saw my flower bloom.

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