Every word that we could not speak,
every pain and tortured misery,
fear and sadness,
trepidation,
we put away in this secret place.
Every hope and bright dawn coming,
every joy and thankful thought,
wishes for those,
who are around us
and blessings for those who are not.
A flowing script,
a writer’s hand,
a child’s scrawl,
a tradesman’s block letters.
A teacher’s words,
a mother’s cursive,
a daughter’s wish,
a father’s determination.
Words lit now
in the darkness,
and this firelight
calls them home.
Pray for us.
Pray for us all,
as we go one by one
into the fire.
HG – 2019
Great post 😄