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They Carried the Weight
Don Hynes
Sept. 11, 2014
Old stones fall
from weather and age,
the call of the earth
drawing them down
after long standing.
Vines reach up
to soften their decline
in the healing descent.
Don’t judge why they stood
or their reasons for going,
they carried the weight
until they could no more.
Look for what rises
from the depth of the earth
searching toward starlight
from the sentient root.
NOTE from Don Hynes: A good friend chose to end her life this week. She was a kind, good hearted woman. I wrote this poem for her and published it in a circle of friends on Facebook. It seemed to resonate in a broader way so I thought to post it on the Poet's Journal. Here is the title and link to the poem.
