Shavings and Dust
Little by little
others whittle
until there’s nothing more
while the shavings,
feeling the pain
of each slice,
still believes
that Love
will restore…
Slice by slice
others cut and dice
unwilling to make amends
while the dust
still believes
a glued amen
of Love
will eventually
mend…
© Debra Squyres
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