After a Mostness of Hurt
Alan Harris
How after a mostness of hurt
does flower a sunrise of joy.
How never does awfulness stay
where planets are children of stars.
How warmly a candle lights up
in blackmost recesses of night.
How grieving and torment give way
to palpable peace in the heart.
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