Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones 
may break bones
but 'Nothing'
can break hearts

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Remembering

Bright day, 
remembering
re-member-ing 
the lost

Chaos clears,
formation
them and us
remembering

Last Post
remembering
last breath's 
farewell

Shot fires,
silence
remembering 
120 seconds

Gulls cry
re-member-ing
death's wail
fallen

Poppy's fall 
re-member-ing
grieving hearts
remembering

Lest we
ever 
forget


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Yes

Why not just say 'Yes'

To the thought of being free

To the end of all the wondering

From the bitterness of 'if'

To the mending and the healing

From the sorrow and the grief

Can 'Yes', be such a hardship

In a life already hard

Why not sink into resting

Why not the better road

If the story still needs telling

Why not a change of mood

In the 'Yes' there is a promise

The gift of what may be

The longing of belonging 

The divine that calls us 'Come'

In the fellowship of knowing

In the 'Yes' of being home

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