Sunday, June 6, 2010

2 poems

One Man's Plight

Today is not easy. Today is not carefree.
Loss is hard.
Every life counts.
A million lightyears away,

The Hands of Holy Men

When the present becomes unbearable
the past will not let go
Find peace in the hands of holy men
in silent prayer they fold
Give them all your suffering
all the moments that block out the sun
And wait in the shade of humility
the shadow of things left undone

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