November dribbles - 7
They poured, exploded from their rest
From anthill’s quiet domain now pressed
By child’s unwieldy eagerness
To know.
But silence pours its life with tears
As strangers probe her childhood fears
And nothing changes there or here
She knows.
Forgiveness pours a precious balm
And frees a soul from harm.
Giving thanks for healing and hope.
From anthill’s quiet domain now pressed
By child’s unwieldy eagerness
To know.
But silence pours its life with tears
As strangers probe her childhood fears
And nothing changes there or here
She knows.
Forgiveness pours a precious balm
And frees a soul from harm.
Giving thanks for healing and hope.
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