Spiraling through boundaries of time
landing into vast distant moments,
I gazed into the empty picture frame.
The remembrance of yesterdays mistake
left me to dream languish thoughts,
to a child that was conceived.
Joyous moments became lost in the maze,
as life’s thorns shredded the unborn child
and left anguished scars of reality.
Unconsciously forged memories
vanquished wounds within,
until the lantern of truth revealed all.
Copyright 2002 Tracey L. Hardie
This poem is deicated to those who will one day face the reality of abortion. It is my hope they will find the comfort of "the lantern of truth" and find peace.
(This poem was written to a poetry challenge of a ten word list.)
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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words escape my to comment further.
I will just cry the tears of those
who never had the chance.
very good Tracie