My heart surrenders to great sorrow,
I seem to stand alone
I wonder what will come with the morrow
And if the evil shall be gone
Standing upon risen ground, I look over the land
The world is full of gaping space,
Wanting healing from a mighty hand,
Craving Light to fill this fallen place
This is actually the beginning of a poem that I never finished.
Rachel Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fallen-world/
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