It might appear as ragged, tired, or raw

an overlooked one in a dark alley

or a lonely one in the cold of night.

Though it might echo a chilling wail

or bellow with pompous forgetting

listen closer, friend

come here, friend.

Under your torn heart

shattered by worn threads of forgetting

a glint of sunlight

like answered prayer

reveals an ancient language

of brokenness becoming love

and truth finding voice

and birdsong landing in fresh morning dew.

Photo by Elizabeth Gadd