Slowly, Slowly

Day is waning slowly, slowly,
Hearts are wrestling with rest;
Anxious lives are only, only
Struggles latent, unconfessed

Pity is a strange compassion,
Silence part of all that’s holy —
You and I are still in transit;
Love’s still growing
Slowly,

Slowly

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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