Words of Destruction

If you speak in tongues
to cut how can I forgive you?

The child in her first
winter saw white and no sky;

the second snow, laughter
and joy.  Now, many cold days

a type of blackness
that kills.

But the deaf child feels
flecks of radiance, knows

beauty in silence, touch.

The angry voices of
storm's violence

she cannot hear.

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