For Natasha

In the hush of a heart healed while broken
Where scar tissue scabs the stump of the lost
In disappointed silence brooding there
As a phantom reproach for what it cost
Sighs a pain without breath to be spoken
Except by one who knows and dares to care

Dare we care enough to know and come near
Enough to bridge this breach from soul to soul?

Our jagged edges meet their matched mates here
In a form of which the heart is token
When two face and fit as halves into whole
Stars like diamond teardrops weep soft rain
To shake the opaque and to make it clear
That the sweetest sounds in the silence of
The hidden hurt shaped like a heart remain
Soft knittings toward the unity of love

Forgotten fades the memory of pain
For long lost halves becoming whole again

+Steven Curtis Lance



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