During this horrible time, words of comfort may fall on temporarily deaf eyes. Yet, invisible hugs sent through heartfelt prayers cannot be minimized. And as the events continue to unfold, maybe the following poem, written for those victims of the Newtown, CT massacre... will express our shared grief, . . . then eventual realization of a concrete loving hope.
For These I Weep *
poem and picture (with Copyright)
Apples; Oranges; Watermelon—
The Window Veiled:
Tropical curse. . . .
Past PROMISES, PROCLAIMED—
Bubbles and Bowl me
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