The Ivory Tower

The ivory tower to which I’ve resigned

Crumbles around me

Isolation so complete

Silence broken

One story

One face

One city

Brings me to my knees

Heart pierced so deeply



Recalling the days

The scents, the energy

Hope restored to a few

Fuels a city

A church

A people

The wails of a mother haunt my mind

Hungry children cry

Desperate for One

One to believe, to encourage

The cancer of complacency

Killed as the tower is destroyed

A raw heart beats

Once again

For a beloved city


© 2007 deneenwhite

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