life begins to shed some of its grimness
and music falls down the misty sky
on e and d and o come o come...
it is the promise of newness
filling my thanksfull heart
that pulls me on, and nothing less than rebirth
into a new life beyond that sustains me.
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ordinarily this sort of writing would be on the other blog...but things have been so damn awful in this space i thought i'd give it a rest and a little hope where, ordinarily, hope has come to die...
Well, things ARE so damned awful...and I, for one, am glad to know that I'm not alone in seeing that.
But hope is good too. I'm learning that it comes from one's nearest and dearest, however...rather than from people who use it as a campaign slogan.
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