The Tool That Carries Poem by Barbara Fleury
The Tool That Carries
Linguistics carry me
to my horizon. Culture
of a thousand years and souls
built on the core of my bowlful
of welled tears. Misused
and forgotten but look, a word
comes to mind. Alienation has sowed
despair repair the desolation of the brute
with His grace we soothe the dumb, the numb
and give voice
to the cowered, the poor. By sharing language
built on praise,
Forevermore.
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