Lori Hershberger Poems

Out of my Familiar I have traveled
Breaking through the membrane of fear
That held me captive, compromising
In the womb of safety that held me near.
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Oh, I must go down to the fields again
Through the shimmer of summer heat
And wade through the waves of deepening gold
The oceans of ripening wheat
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Silence in the morning when muted shadows
Move and melt in the noiseless velvet of undawned day
I trace the distant dim horizon, seeking for sun
Gathering strength from the promise of light
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