Sorrow for Now


Freedom minus fear = FAITH

I have seen sorrow being dragged upon the forest bed.

Sorrow and Grief…her best friend.

I drag them barefoot…scrapping fractious feet upon disruptive, chaotic floor.

Both women, put upon by the light snow and distant screams.

With fist in a ball and charity along my lines of pine.

Sorrow comes as a matter of recourse.

And, grief…she grabs hold with a ragged limb.

She allows just enough for my carriage of thought to run…thin.

Sorrow and grief, my friends for now, remember every vacant vow

and…

the terrain, coarse with a mortal’s soul.

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