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A Canticle at Dawn

POEM

 

 

by Agnes Prieto

 

From what distant time or place

What spaces

In my heart

And in my soul

A door awaited.

 

Silver time locks the door

Hides the answer,

Memory blocked

Obscure

Diffused.

 

Yet the heart knocks

Still configures…

We resume

To each other, have always been

And always shall be.

 

A door askance, beckoning

Far and deep

Alive in a knowing…beyond knowing

We know.

 

A canticle at dawn, on and on

Softly chanting.

 


About the writer:

Ma. Agnes Prieto is a writer, grief therapist, and founder of Healing Circles Recovery and Rejoys.

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