more than this substance known as life
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All the voices of the ages recognized within our own,
these few words we know, arranged and rearranged,
to shape our hearts that you may know us,
say the things that make life matter,
stay the ash that fires scatter,
make of us a moment to be shared.
this voice, that word, sounds so full and shaped,
forsaken souls misplaced, misspelled, and left for dead:
arise, searching for our own, that somehow
one may know another is; and somehow one
may touch more than this substance known as life,
to breathe the ether of each moment passing
long after silent hours have drowned our ears.
Copyright © vernon witmer | Year Posted 2020
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