Sunday, December 24, 2017

Joshua 17: In Writing

shadow with no name
hidden from the sun
crevice between mountains
silence between names
embedded within.

The memory after the storm
when debris is sifted
snapped branches, fallen beams
the dead, the blood
Where do  the forgotten go?

When will you learn
to speak my name
to step out, stand in place

to say: I am born

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