Always the birds, waking a restless soul,
this morning, their resonate voices scold
my broken heart, tossed aside, helpless,
I listened for awhile, cries were seamless.
Inside the mind we travel in abandon
sometimes a preoccupied pattern
of dismissal, denial, misbegotten fortune
when waiting patient in some setting sun.
A historic fire* occurred today, our world
shattered by the reality of dreams unfurled.
There would be tears in the embers
shattering the lives of nearby flowers.
Have faith in the goodness of our lives
There is where beauty in time still thrives
*Notre Dame – 4/15/2019
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