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      May 14, 2011Val D. ConderDark Edges

      Wind whips snow around corners
      desire lending purpose to our lives
      as we check our Christmas list,
      the list of a little boy
      in the Children’s Suicide Center,

      remembering his tousled black hair,
      chubby freckled cheeks, green eyes,
      windows to a scarred soul,
      the striped blue shirt he loves to wear
      over the darkness inside,

      thinking of children whose lives
      are focused by unknown causes
      on leaving this world, and praying,
      touching the bright packages,
      love may lead them back
      from the dark edges in their hearts,

      for there are good things about living…
      (I touch the scars on my wrists)
      they may be hard to see, but
      like love,
      the thorn is worth the rose.

      from #26 - Winter 2006