I pass by them
Almost every day
Structures, homes
Once filled with life
And all of its joy and sorrow
Now abandoned
Void of purpose
I pass by them
Almost every day
People, living souls
Once filled with life
And all of its laughter and tears
Now standing alone
Their gazes hollow
Purpose forgotten –
What if the latter filled the former?
Would it be a step toward living again?
Maybe a small step
Requiring help from passersby like me-
Surely an answer
Lies somewhere between
The tangible and the sacred
“Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.”
Proverbs 31:9
Piano Girl 
Very inspiring!
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Thank you, Nancy! ❤️
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We must be in sync today Kelley. My poem, while different, holds threads of the story and questions you ask.
It’s a powerful piece my friend.
this –
“Surely an answer
Lies somewhere between
The tangible and the sacred”
Wow!
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Thank you, Louise! I will go read yours now. ❤️
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