This is a poem I wrote a while back it was inspired when I heard of a girl in Burma being taken and horrible things done to her. The bruised soul in the battered body ached for renewal, Originally posted on http://tairngir.tumblr.com/page/91 Dec 24 2008
Teeth clenched, little chest shaking as heart weakly reaching out,
Energy spent, love torn, her mind full of doubt,
God’s bruised reed, His smouldering wick, He will not snuff or break,
Holding hand, Kissing cheek,
As in dead of night her soul He did take
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