I am
a drop
coursing through
the vein of life
lifted, swirled
peaked, troughed
in her flow
a hot ray
finds me
and i evaporate
i watch, i breathe
a cool stone
i seek
where i condense
formed anew…
I am
a drop
coursing through
the vein of life
lifted, swirled
peaked, troughed
in her flow
a hot ray
finds me
and i evaporate
i watch, i breathe
a cool stone
i seek
where i condense
formed anew…
A dewdrop of love
condenses upon
a cold heart…
A spring of hope
suddenly sprouts
in the desert of despair…
In a moment
a man decides
to die
so another
might live….
A father-husband
saves families
while his own
perishes….
A policeman
chooses death
so a terrorist
might live
and tell the tale….
The darkness
of inhumanity
is illuminated with
a fineness of grace
a deathless determination
a fearless compassion…
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