The bitterness you harbor wanes tonight.
No strife within you remains tonight.
No dervish will trouble the dust.
No tornado wanders the plains tonight.
No bright flak, no disputed barricades.
The wars have ended their campaigns tonight.
All sleep. None long for departure.
Stations have only idle trains tonight.
You lived in a prison of your own making.
The captive heart dissolves its chains tonight.
From deserts a paradise will be born.
Parched lands are blessed with rains tonight.
You dream of Eden, when the animals appear--
& listen as Adam recites their names tonight.
A hush. Silence is now the world's prayer.
From God's hand stars fall like grains tonight.
In memory of Norma Horstmann (1914--2006)
First published in The Neovictorian (2005)
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