Imagine the Light
We find a place for what we lose.
~ Sigmund Freud
We find a place
for what we lose
this innocence
that bears
the full body burden.
This Advent,
we wait for the dark
to lift, cup palms
for bread to feed
what moves within.
How they must
imagine the light now!
© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas
I have no words, beyond what I say in this poem, for what happened in Connecticut today.
Friday, December 14, 2012
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3 comments:
How beautiful. I am really moved by this. Thank you.
I pray they find a place. Thanks for sharing this.
Thank you Maureen.
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