The Hope of Broken

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Take the ache of broken
Soul the holiness
Of hole inside you
Is the space to birth
The new in place
Of that which threw
The course of you aside
We never are the route
Direct the crow flies
Never us we are
Meandering around
Besides the lines
We make mistakes
But in them find
Our stake of truth
Our anchor in the storms
Beset us but we hold
Our weight of aching
Broken souls with holes
Inside us birth the new

©K Barr

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