Friday, October 14, 2011

A Septet of Meditations IV

                     by Jim Rapp

Kneeling down, her life in shambles,
having only one thing left intact,
she broke it, poured it out – a gamble,
knowing not how he would act.

She crushed it as a symbol of his dying –
a symbol of her dying too –
shattered sinner, tired of trying,
tired of ruing what she could not do.

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