Blessed Earth

Some say:

Life’s a river

Turns the boulders in your soul

Into stones, then pebbles then dust

And so it is with me

That the pain I know

Is fading with time

Love lost

Freedom lost

And the longest line

Cease to burn

A hole in my heart

If only because I know

That this time of ashes

Will come to an end

Before I’m old and grey

So let time shape

This existence into something more

Than just surviving

And let bloom the flowers

Of joy and content

That we may walk

On blessed earth

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