Clarion Unheard
A wisp of remembrance
Soft glow fills the air
Igniting compassion
Stirs dead hearts to care
And deep from the middle
Of a gnarled long dead tree
Spring forth living branches
That the whole world may see
Oh miracles happen
They aren’t even rare
You just have to ignore them
To think God isn’t there
Copyright © Douglas Dicketts | Year Posted 2014
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