Gather
10:14 23 February
in Rhyme
Gather your shadows
gather the screams
where the long lost love
of forgotten dreams
march to the drum
of your soul’s command
in the battlefield
of a blind man’s band
gather your shreds
gather the splinters
the haunting howl
of demonic winters
where frost-bitten faith
singing songs of sorrow
hides a hope-filled sun
and a warm tomorrow
gather your courage
then gather your being
there’s a life beyond
our fractured seeing
these are times of war
with our souls at stake:
we are remnants of
an afterquake.