Unbroken, he said
What may I give you, the broken promises I've made?
Fathers, elders of blood, what was spoken before?
What were my ears to hear? Are there whispers
still within the heart of me?
Father, what did your silence mean?
Mother you followed him, even while you remained.
Not asking you see, I too followed you.
How does one balance this trust of life?
Here in this modern wildscape, that day, that one
who said the less of me, foolish to love that way.
That unkind token, and I swallowed whole
becoming more the promise broken, do you see?
Her brown dusty bare skin in summer,
I knew that once when I told the truth of us.
Lost beneath furrowed young seeds,
lost the promise of another dawn. It was
a whole world given up.
Yet more kindly wind, glad that you are so much
more than me, covering the world and promises.
You remember for us all. Listen within, what passes
overhead, take flight remembering.
What is it in me, the broken promise of one?
From moon's eye above, farther above common faith,
lost from those broken seeds and found again.
Love yet falls like unbroken rain.
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