SURRENDER TO SILENCE

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Anger
Surrenders to sadness

Hurt
To a softening sorrow

For all that is lost
To us

The one who stays
Away

And those we love
Who have kept us at bay

We say nothing

Like a lamb that is dumb
Before the shearer

As sadness and sorrow
Surrender to silence

Lest more be lost
In the saying

Yet gained again
When we pray

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