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aftermath

together
we work
twisting fallen branches
into shelter
sanctuary
for the wretched lost

no room
for anger and ego
no place for
such luxurious
self indulgences
as that

but for
perseverance, hope
and unfailing faith
there is
an infinite fortune
of welcoming space

for the wretched lost
we weave sanctuary
from fallen branches
unified by fire
together
we work

Rene~September 11, 2012
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  1. Brian MillerSeptember 11, 2012 at 4:51 PM

    amen. this is beautiful rene and really speaks to the spirit of rising up again in the after and the hope that can be found in that...

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  2. HelenSeptember 11, 2012 at 5:38 PM

    Aftermath .. especially today. Lovely poem, Rene.

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  3. signed...bkmSeptember 11, 2012 at 7:55 PM

    Very nicely done...unified by fire....thank you..bkm

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  4. PearlSeptember 11, 2012 at 10:03 PM

    Oh, my.

    "for the wretched lost
    we weave sanctuary
    from fallen branches"

    At any time, this could be any of us.

    Hugs.

    Pearl

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  5. Sherry Blue SkySeptember 12, 2012 at 12:28 AM

    Beautiful - the human spirit that rises up in the aftermath to help each other. Love this!

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  6. Vodka MomSeptember 14, 2012 at 7:37 PM

    And amid those branches we see those for what they are....and ourselves for who we are...


    amid black and white, true colors emerge.

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