Poem: “From the cracks beneath the sky”

“From the cracks beneath the sky”

by Fr Andy Davy, MIC

I stand still on that same spot
The memory of years gone by.
Some walls torn down, some plants arise
From the cracks beneath the sky.

I walked the way of waltzing whim
As a youth full of awe and dream.
Flowers and trees spoke to me,
A language of star and beam.

I drooped in the day my dearest died,
A tearful rain upon shadow.
When heaven feels cold as cry of heart
Falls soft upon the meadow.

I still stand in that same spot,
As the silence of God speaks nigh.
A life torn down, yet roses arise
From the cracks beneath the sky. 

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