What's most important never gets lost
winding paths in the brain remain open, breathing, become even braver
no longer pretending nothing happened
carrying the weight of woe
on backs, letting hearts
droop to receive
endless tears from all the losses
as in a full pond of mariner green, sunflower yellow, cordovan brown earth
grounding the heights of holy terrors-- mamma earth
hears our cries
she lets us sob deeply into her grassy chest-- soothing for awhile- the deadened breath
the healing for all beings begins
in the silent darkness
of each soul renewing faith
festooning a song with major warm chords--changing
the corners of hearts
into roundness
in time, connecting--
all points of the globe
in spherical celebration
- kate lamberg (c)'18
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