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Poetry
25,000

"25,000" - 2/11/23


it is impossible for the mind
to grasp that much death


one loss, one friend or loved one
merits a level of grief G-d reserves


for the most fragile among us
knowing full well that love's absence


shatters the most sentient of souls
Oh wailing, heart-stopping, violent earth


swallowing innocents, ancients re-birthed:
To what end, these horrors, if not (pray tell)


but to leverage humility against hubris still
I can't fathom how best to begin to dole


comfort let alone feel safe in this skin
Lord grant me the wisdom energy


angst to forge something from pain
deafening in hope's midst overwhelm


defiance
abyss