Experimenting with Poetry: The End Is the Beginning

No more tears and no more crying

     for pain or loss or death or dying

Nor is there  fighting or war or sorrow 

    or mourning or whining

One moment in time it’s taken away

All memory of destruction is destroyed

With a stroke of the brush creation is re-created

With the stroke of the brush He makes his new dwelling

    at home with us

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