Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Between the lines

In the midst of the blues,
the relentless repetition
of assembly line lives,
a white hand cups the light,
holds the door ready,
offers up the sweet green grass.

Hope flares like love
between the cracks of a sidewalk;
always triumphant.

Forever returning,
restoring, redeeming;
Guide us
as we read between the lines.

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