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The Mark

broken

 

Scarred.

Withered,

defective,

broken, battered –

but boldly blooming.

Consider each fracture

proof you are alive;

count each blossom

audacious

beauty

mark.

For Hymn, the Bell Tolls

Rovinj

 

Toll, ancient bell,

Ring home my wayward heart;

Sing to my soul,

Lest from the truth I part.

Chime, ancient notes,

To strum my wand’ring strings;

Peal forth your hymn,

To give my spirit wings.