A Year in Haiku

All Our History
Is Shared. Each of Us Wants It
Unique, Ours Alone

We turn to Glory
And Away from Blood Until
We are Overwhelmed

Taken by the Chaos
Of Forgotten Memory
And We Cannot Breathe

As That Memory
Weaves our Shared Tapestry More
True than Any Fact

Full of Glory and
Our Bloody Hands, Survived By
Our Forgiving Hearts

This entry was posted on May 25, 2020 at 9:47 am and is filed under Death, History, Memories with tags All Our History is Shared, More True Than Any Fact, We Cannot Breath. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

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