The Moving Limb
- Graham Pitcher
- Jan 18
- 1 min read
Updated: Jan 19
The cry of life
In the midst of strife
Where death is rife
That precious sound
From shattered ground
Where lost are found
The moving limb
When hopes were slim
Where lights were dim
The gift of hope
On rubbled slope
Where you can’t cope
The tiny face
Oh joyous face
Oh joyous place
Thank you God
GCP 25
your rhyming is well thought out, meaningful and not so predictable. The format also makes it more powerful. I like it.
Strong stuff. Bravo