Like a River
Grief runs like a river beneath thin layers of sand and stone, carrying stories of pain and failed hope to an ocean of silence. The
September 30, 2018
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Grief runs like a river beneath thin layers of sand and stone, carrying stories of pain and failed hope to an ocean of silence. The
Breathing more easily the rain soaked ground sheds the dull brown of summer for a pale hint of green. Arising like Lazarus mosses come alive
Who am I fooling, the earth broke me, ground me like winter wheat for the coarsest bread. “Grind some more” I said with bravado and
Certain only of uncertainty I browse the rooftops with black feathered crows, seeking sustenance among the ignored and forgotten. The ancient temple in ruins, the
Amidst the passing cars and rush of doing there is silence, a bearing point to comfort and guide. Look up from your footsteps, beyond the