For The Lost Ones

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for the lost or never-was
for the ones scampering
up great hills of mirth and joy
innocent, still, of shadows
and dangerous places
lighting a thousand suns
with their laughter
 
(we are all so blessed)
 
for the empty womb pulsing
with the love of a thousand
mothers, bleeding compassion
that spreads like stars
in the vast, timeless night,
the one saving grace we have,
and the only one we’ll need. TS
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