The Broken Branch...

THE BROKEN BRANCH

Backwards let my life rewind

Until my life is here no more.

No memory left that I had lived

Or ever entered this life's door.

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Erase the words in poetry written

And the ones in life were spoken;

Release me now and I'll return

To nothingness and be forgotten.

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A tiny seed that Christ pre-knew

And sent me here to be a tree

But I am barren and bare no fruit;

This broken branch I know as me.

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Off the ground, please raise my limb

And gently secure it to the vine;

Remove the clouds that shadow me

And let the sun on me to shine.

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The cry of Job, is what I pray?

That I return back to the womb?

To be remembered never more

Or visited within my tomb?

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Nay, this cannot be, the words I say,

Or the things of which I pray.

For life is precious and so am I

As well as words I so deny

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Within my writes, reveals my soul,

that let's you see the barren tree.

A tiny blossom, I see appear:

Just a bud, I see in me

And this I write upon a scroll.

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-Gloria Sarasin-