Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Poem: The Promise

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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