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The day is draped in gray; Around me moves the swirling mist Of everything that has been, or will be. I stand here, looking up, Not fully knowing why my chest Seems so filled up with sadness. I’m resigned To what my part, my role is, now, I guess: For even clouds have shadows, Moving … Continue reading "Elegy Written in an Empty Field"
Daily, everywhere, I see Things no longer yet to be; Signs of what’s forever “after”, Moving swing, and children’s laughter Daily, everywhere, I find In my heart, and on my mind, Pictures left of what was leaving: Joy remembered, Present Grieving
“A battlefield this was” Is likely true Most everywhere we go If we just knew. But history, at least What we discuss Or think about, must Somehow concern us. But empathy, perspective – These can grow – Just know to think ‘Bout what you think You know