Sigh of love abandoned,
deep scars of loss and grief,
full heart alone and silent;
that holy place bereaved.
Arrival of some healing,
stray chords of the soul,
pale but still believing;
chime of sorrow's toll.
Days ingest the minutes,
years the many months,
plain the diet of healing;
laughing, hurt confronts.
Time salves any wounds,
angels do the rest,
hope remains eternal,
through the darkest test.
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