Thistle.
November 22, 2009
Love cannot a hero make,
Death cannot a sorrow take;
Deep within the fighting soul,
The thorny, thistled seed of more.
Words cannot a war be won,
Pleasures not a past outrun;
Faith along the slippery slope,
Grasping for redeeming hope.
Tomorrow cannot today rewrite,
Darkness not always swallow light;
Time and truth shall rise from sleep,
Soul and flesh will find relief.
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Lovely! Hope to see more of same.