The flames escape. the smoke plumes. grey ash litters the ground
an unforgettable glow. a beautiful nightmare echoes through the towns and rages on
nothing but those above can help us now—keep us safe. protect us from this
they who are prayed to that bless us
who listen incomparably and love with unseen judgment
knowing the circumstances and ourselves better than we
through our model of faith
whatever happens trust they will remember and know
what we need most and give us their best.
-what is left to be hoped for
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You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
