There was never a ground so desolate
As was that of my own soul
Barren, worn, and broken
Denied what is so frivolously discarded by others
Repeating the words of Samuel’s mother
The sun sets on this unyielding season
And blessed resignation is welcomed
As sacred dreams and eternal slumber meet
And at last I and my soul rest
A liberated breath greets the harsh dawn
As the new day grants the breaking of the drought
From cracked mud, the lotus springs forth
And I remember the words of her vow
And I keep them
As I embrace what has been so frivolously discarded by
another
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