Unto Thee

One last day to suffer,

as silence endures

 

One new day engendered,

to motion toward

 

A musical seamstress,

to stitch me back whole

 

A lyrical consort,

inscribed to behold

 

Each word as my seed,

to lay fertile the plain

 

Each phrase lost and orphaned,

my spirit reclaims

 

That breath once bespoken,

new hope to set free

 

That voice reawakened

—whose soul unto thee

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)

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