Poem January 17, 2011 Issue

Here held whole

Ellen Hammond

Shed is the fear,
shed is the doubt,
full-clothed in Love,
all about.

Shed is the past,
these tears I cry,
they’re now of joy,
my new lullaby.

Gone the refrain,
“I can’t, I won’t, impossible.”
Instead, “I am, we are, irreplaceable.”
New melody sweet,
unavoidable!

The strain of Love, unrestrained,
strums gently, lovingly.
I’m comforted again. 

— Ellen Hammond

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