Reconciliation
the storm has come and gone
leaving in its wake
a nation searching its soul.
decent folk pick up the slain
from debris strewn streets
and lay them to rest in the fields.
though the guns have fallen silent
spoilers emerge from dark streets
stoking ambers of hate, beating war drums
they bury their atrocities in waters
and hope it washes away into the ocean
but no ocean could wash away blood of the slain.
brethren come forth
bring some comfort
to the heart of widows
who with vacant eyes
grieve inconsolably.
brethren come forth
bring some comfort
to the heart of orphans
who with teary eyes
gaze emptily.
brethren there is a wound
in your soul too
festering, it burns for healing,
brethren there is an emptiness
In your soul too
lingering, it yearns for forgiveness
brethren if you come forth
with contrition and tell your story
maybe, healing comes tomorrow
I see a flame so fragile
glowing in the dark
it dances softly to the blowing winds
of reconciliation for victim and perpetrator.
Copyright © Dollin Holt | Year Posted 2017
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