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Faithful Fruition

In the years of pale white walls, the faithful are deep black
Laid like flowers, honouring the fallen and those standing
Roots of the sprout delve deeper, the oak trunks thicken
At the clarion call, they grow securely by streams

Your child’s feet stumble, when yours scald on desert sand,
In time, they surround you, braving the wars of the soul
Never bowing, striding in bright light of oiled lamps
Never poorly nor fearful, ever certain and tall.

30th August 2021, Geochang
by bushgrad © 2021 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Collection, Midday Walks
Image, Kyrra Macdonald, Pexels Free to Use
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