The dark plant has borne the light
The heavens take joy in life returning
No more the potted soil but fresh
Transplanted here and time will be extended
Grace has heard and seen your every crying wound
Grace has born uncertainty
and now shall see you through
Wake from dust
Broken bones
Live
And bear this light anew
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The Nautilus
PoetryWe are so dark in the heart of this night and it never stops and it never starts. I find myself a mystery and I see nothing that surrounds me that I endeavor to know more than the universe inside myself. Michael J Tyger, poet and novelist...
