Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Out of the depths

In the deep
and dark places
it seems impossible
to imagine the possibility of light.

In the damp and cold
of rejection
it seems impossible
to imagine the warmth of fire.

In the forgetting
and confusion of loss
it seems impossible
to imagine a past or future.

We retell sacred stories
to grasp at identity.

We relive faithful actions
to give meaning to our names.

We revive songs and dances
to remember whose we are.

(C) 2017, A.Koh-Butler


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