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Dust for Winds
Draped in garments stained by tears,
a dust for the wind does no longer cry.
Scattered to earth on a handful of words,
the face of another angel touches the sky.
Toward the horizon, leading to dawn,
new arrival is delivered from bleakest night
Tattered threads of bundled babe’s destine-
are shed for adornment in Heaven's light
Born into darkness many children weep,
from shrouding shadows life slowly flees.
Lost to oppression, and fathered by same,
tears from famine comes heir's unheard pleas.
Tethered to shambles in forlorn keep-
the infinity of ruins offers no one release
Built upon foundations void of dreams-
the darkest nights continue without cease
Eyes of the fortunate pretend to look-
giving backward glance after death calls
Their promised words for abounding hope-
come measured inside a thimble's walls
Come gather yon children unto your heart;
those without names be known by sight.
Cradle tenderly, God’s glories in arms;
give sanctum’s comfort to misery’s plight.
Draped in garments stained by tears,
a dust for the wind does no longer cry.
Scattered to earth on a handful of words,
the face of another angel touches the sky.
© C.E. Vance
