Hammer & Soul

Yes,

all of us are broken,

bent, blind and flawed

in honest light of day.

 

From throats of darkness

our infant souls arise,

pure and fragile notes.

 

To sound a moment

beneath the roar of storms

and call of fated winds,

 

until snap of bone

and whisper of tears

fill the tempest churning.

 

Yet,

as anvil thunder rings,

hammers show love to those

tempered by their kiss.

 

Forged in fire and rain,

the heart awakens whole,

a melody all its own.

 

Beauty parts her lips

with timeless truths that call

to sacred harmony.

 

Beneath parental stars,

aching, healing, stronger

our souls begin to sing.

 

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