Musings

Song of the Afflicted

by deborah wenzler farris

When the world’s weight rests on top the weary wounded what

have they to do?

Climb higher on the wire up towards heaven’s view.

With words they weep for the afflicted,

for they know affliction.

And in their pain, songs of mercy sing.

So you there; lost in the maze and craze, darkness above and below,

didn’t you know?

Those songs were song for you.

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