…of our healing

Poetry pays reverence
both to pleasure and to pain

to broken hearts and broken souls
to sunshine and to rain

its songs of love and hymns of loss
both beautiful and sad

singing to our hearts
in good times and in bad

a flowing ocean of feelings
its secrets unrevealing

asking questions with no answers
hearing bells that are not pealing

capturing echoes in emptiness
the scars of our healing
© Ann Bagnall