an anthology of original poetry and stories, by daelynn e.d.h.
trees sway in austere
winds, each sigh forming sorrow
until the eons fade.
I have been here once
just once before in this quiet,
and yet, I am home.
come here, my dear one,
leave some room near your heart, for
I will not leave you.
oceans have been swept
into the darkness of earth,
raging at the middle.
sun torn fallen leaves
drape themselves over lonesome
echoes of time lost
in these everlost
memorizations of our
lives, we let it go.
“Somehow it has all
added up to song —
earth, air, rain and light,
the labor and the heat,
the mortality of the young.
I will go free of other
singing, I will go
into the silence
of my songs, to hear
this song clearly.”
– A Song Sparrow Singing in the Fall, by Wendell Berry
We have a melody
each one of us
that we raise in harmony
we raise our voices to the sky
seeking to relinquish everything
to the One who created us
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