Monday, April 18, 2011

warmth

How alone we are

Born in tears
Die in agony

To make this long journey possible
We put ourselves in your hands
For food
Water
Loving
Kindness
And warmth to fill every passing minute

Till we, too, yearn to live
And to warm others

For without you it is all so empty
And gelid
Wind echos wind
Into the nights of desert

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