"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Saturday, March 5, 2011


Who dries the tears
of the comforter
when they come as rain?

When the encourager
has run out of words
who will speak hope?

When grief has torn
the walls from the fortress,
who will help rebuild?

Who will lift the rock
when agony becomes
more than it can bear?


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