Saturday, October 28, 2006

heal wounds of moonlit baptism

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An oldie and an interesting piece.

heal wounds of moonlit baptism

the words can cut, the spirit cries,
and by your hand the flower dies.

withered and dead, your heart alone hears
the mocking echoes of a thousand tears.

the hand can heal. the flower grows.
into tomorrow the new life goes.

for, though by sun and rain long missed,
the flower blooms when softly kissed.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

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