In memory of the young Norway victims
Go beyond my petty thoughts
Where the wind stirs fire in my soul
And I walk upright in the morning light
Where God is in me
And I am proud.
Tall grass on either side of the path
Bows in reverence to me
While I ponder violence
Human dysfunction
The blades they whisper watch me
While I die.
How we count, yes we count
The wind obeying my command.
Oh still child
It will reveal its secret
Have no doubt.
I’m your fire and you’re my witness.
Hannah Warren
24 July 2011
Excellent poem. I have to sit and think a bit and then write. Sad that we still have people out there who use violence to express themselves and have absolutely no concern about the damage or heartbreak they cause.
A lovely tribute Hannah, it has managed to capture the tragedy and violence of that beautiful island magically.
Perfect. Which is not bad for an imperfect soul.
Great job, Hannah.