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Thawing the Hardness
Don Hynes
Ice forms at night and the old fear rises,
memory of dark and bitter cold,
feeling not death but survival
and all we did to stay alive
when life was only suffering;
men and women like iron,
the only sound wind and bitter voices;
dawn spreads now from the east,
morning come to replace the shadows,
thawing with a breath of new light
and the kindness fear obscures,
the gift that really saw us through.
Jan. 28, 2011