("A bouquet of flowers lies on the
blood-stained school playground. As is
traditional in Russia,
schoolchildren had brought flowers
on the first day of school on Wednesday." -- Washington Post)
The Well of
Grief
Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief
turning down to its black water
to the place that we can not breathe
will never know
the source from which we drink
the secret water cold and clear
nor find in the darkness
the small gold coins
thrown by those who wished for something else
~ David Whyte ~
(Where Many Rivers
Meet)
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