Deafening silence for delectable laughter,
Naïve pupil for learned mentor,
Cold twilight for warm morn,
Stony hills for fields of corn,
Bestial drought for succouring rain,
Inclement numbness for benevolent pain…

by shveta sahal

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Beautifuly deep poem that echoes the truth in Thompson’s magnificent and mystical way.
Turn but a stone... compare Matthew 18.10: do not despise one of these little ones...because....