Numbing all but shallow sadness
Curling balls of fragile clay
To protect the last spark of day
But day dies in the dark
Making silence stark
Against the infinite realm of night
This little guardian needs the light
Into the pond of tears, a hand
Out of despair and onto the land
A land of joy, peace, milk, and honey
Where even nighttime is always sunny
Grasped in the hand of our brother
Led into the embrace of our father and mother
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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