Cry
A vein, cooperation, victory's strife
like seining my contention, freed insight
that willful indignation, now dulls knife
no need for aberration, no contrive!
I weary not my focus, scored relief
in forging's celebration cruel, not grief ~
still haunted by relations mourned belief,
a cry is gathered inward, 'morrow's thief!
Now wait upon redemption, trust's retrieve
the more I do in gracing, some achieve,
the soul's set contemplation, war's conceive
grows weary in reaction's counter cleave!
and weeps within to fraction disbelief
truth's render in exaction ~ dare receive!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2008
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