Shepherd

My Only Song

My song is broken,  shattered by the screams,  the knife-like voices of life, throbbing in my ears.  I bend down, bewildered,  to pick the notes up off the floor,  but the heavy pieces will not budge. My hands weren’t made for this. I remember Your voice, how it softens the screams into minor chords  that […]

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Changed

It’s hard to watch  the hands of time,  dismantling the past. unscrewing memories,  packing up the artifacts in boxes to bury someplace.    The house I loved, taken board by board, is not the place it was before— but lonely, struggling to stand,  in a forgotten field.    My elders—where are they? Time has damaged […]

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