The Blackbird

The blackbird sang his troubled song

so loud and urgent –

Calling calling.

Where is his brown beauty?

Was she the one we found

flown her body to rest near the

Holy one? And his cry goes on and

his tender tearless eyes

search for his beloved in vain.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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