Within these days
when the desert’s bones are almost hidden
beneath the flowers of death,
the temptation to be consumed
by utter hopelessness
threatens to smother our hearts,
our minds, our weak spirits.
In the desert,
when the chill of night
invades every muscle,
every pore, every cell,
when the mind is stunned,
by this deluge of death,
this flood of hatred,
this eruption of wounds,
but the light is there
even when we close our eyes;
the warmth is there,
even when our hearts are frozen shut.
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Once upon a distant time
Somewhere in the reach of rhyme
As the flowing ages pass
The world was called a looking glass.
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