Beneath the Mountains of Mourning

Beneath the Mountains of Mourning I

prefer to keep my gaze down at the

trodden path, hoping that this next year

won’t be another trek of hardship and

famine: won’t be worsened by illness or

disability; won’t be marred by

maliciousness or, maybe worse,

indifference and neglect; that the

Sun will shine when it should and the

rain fall in the night; and that the Moon

will witness no more

sighs in dark rooms.

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  • lifethroughblueeyes  On December 31, 2012 at 8:01 pm

    The most beautiful paean to the new year yet ♥

  • Tonya Ramey  On December 31, 2012 at 9:56 pm

    Amen

  • stillight  On January 1, 2013 at 4:44 pm

    beautiful piece… my prayer is that 2013 will be unexpectedly kind to us all and so i expectantly expect that it will be. 🙂 Happy new year to you!! really enjoyed your words here.

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