Let us Celebrate..

by Sylvia Bury

It was for every heartbeat, you have learned to know others
Better still, there was wound and hatred among strangers
Fiercely let go a huge amount of sin, not seeing the very self what it was made of

Just like them, I have my minute under the bridge, when you are passing by
Where the builder has marked it with each pattern of life I am trying to resolve
Cutting through the spirit and soul, knowing how you've become
For the very small fraction, it is of great compassion
Awaiting for my rebirth

P.S. Photo by me