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in the dankest corner
of His heart,
He hears the bells
they are muted
Still He can
hear them
Foreboding
For what it carries
Death knells
of what was
verdant
Smoke filled
canyons,
crags blurred
by mists
Is this how it
ends
or could it be
a beginning?
Hope is eternal
Others will
Come.
Slow beats ,
It’s only His
Thoughts
driving down
the range
Soaring like
an eagle
brief Moment
in the Suns
glory
crashing down
Then in shame;
Never measuring
Up
a failure in the
final analysis
What is it
they say
Didn't have
courage to
see it through
If only He had
that
Staring down the abyss
stepping off
the edge
A hand in His
floating down
that hand
gone
away
Taken Flight
soaring above
Released
then captured
a salmon
returns to
spawning
grounds
always.
returns
to stay
never to leave
Does a soul
taught to
Look inside
ever forget
the Teacher
Harden your
Mettle
Learn
to be open
take charge
carry forward
never look back.
For why should you?
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,000 poems.
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