The Promise
"What the mouth sings, the soul must learn to forgive."
~ Sam Hamill
THERE ARE WORDS, once spoken, hang
heavy as clouds above the horizon, dark
foreboding, a promised storm, a tempest
pregnant with rain, with meaning, promising
an ending, baptismal, wind ripping
limbs from trees, knocking ravens
from the sky, the promise of a life
laid desolate, drowned, fierce torrents
tearing self from the safety of its shell.
Then the silence, the calm both welcome
and feared, a clearing sky, fallen
trees suggesting scars upon the fields,
and the promise of morning, alone.
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