Monday, April 4, 2016

The Place Where We Are Right

From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.
 
The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.
 
But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.

--Yehuda Amichai
[Photo from Domboshava, Zimbabwe]



One Heart

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