The Broken PlaceA Poem of Hope

This is the daily miracle:

that, glancing off

each granite face,

The Seed at lastfinds lodging

The Seed at lastfinds lodging

in the brokenplace,

and, from the dark heart

of the cleft,

sprouts Grace,

springs green.

Poem by Helen Weaver Horn

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