dumped at the mouth of this gutter...
Though left in a heap…
Their whispered song brings comfort to me.
© jan leree 2012
Blossoms at the edge,
the darkened edge of life.
Flowers in the gutter,
by the cemetery hedge.
Washed by tears of rain
and damnining rend of pain.
Let them lease their scent,
their blessing in your life...
their memory far beyond.
(c)Guest Poet: TAO 2012
...and when the drain filled with tears and rain
leaves memories for souls unclaimed
from far away we know they lead
from God's loving hands to
bare new seed, releasing the lost
into Heaven's plan
so love can bind and heal the land
so they may grow there
(c)Guest Poet: Melissa Whatley Sheppard 2012