(2nd week May 2020)

Our Brave Hearts

Break me up
this stained glass home
This bleeding modern
mixed up show

Break me down
and not too slow
pull the shadows out
in your undertow

Whisper low
in a still dark dawn
until the line
of the light is drawn

Then as eyes
adjust to see
and minds release
old memory

Perhaps we could
realize this truth
Our brave hearts yet
can see this through