The Flowers And Fields
The flowers and fields
The yellows and greens
The morning light
Are this morning
A consolation,
A sign that there is something good
Something beautiful
Something which seems hopeful
On this day
When there is such pain sorrow hopelessness guilt fear
Inside me-
That I don't even know how to cry.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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