Threshold
when the fire no longer bears its worth
it is a human face we so desire
and warmth to guide a weary soul
so tenderly through winter
we are breath and song and voice
and all of these we bare
of hope and desperate longing
such that no man dies alone
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2012
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