AT SIX
our world
begs for mercy
Europe is closed
at six
not opening
nor disclosing your doors
to your hungry thin child
in a world at war
picking on the bones
at the last of the righteous
the dry bones
from Ezekiel's dream
which make everyone of
us seem invisible
until they return
in my Word
to the land
from exiled days
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