Nov 262014
 

Darkness surrounds us,
Cold rain beats down from the sky
the sky gray, gray
And all of the Blue Ridge Mountains
are obscured, we hope, we pray
not forever obscured

Violence surrounds us
not touching us, but disturbing
our sensibilities, our peace of mind
We imagine the suffering
on both sides of the divide

We must not succumb to the darkness
must not succumb to the violence
but we must each out to the tortured souls
on both sides of the divide
stand between them if need be

We must find some way
to help quell the distrust
only when that happens
will healing be possible

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