Diana van den Berg - A Difference Made

When dark crawls small
around the throat,
and soul-stones grind both grey
and shiver-slow,
and tears glass-freeze
before the words,
and flow seems ebb, forever more...

just one warm word
like a candle glow...

and sunrise sings
in sky-splashed flames,
and millstone lifts
and breath is free,
and sun-drenched tears dry
with soft-healing balm,
and words surge boundless, skywards, wide
and ebb reverts to blessèd flow.

(7 March 2006)

Diana van den Berg

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