Concrete Quilted Heart

Bricks align with mauve skies.
Fire escapes hidden,
Camouflaged by brittle brown trees;
Through which hope has risen.

On this concrete landscape
Where fallen hearts collide,
Stagnant, planted feet move forward
And brakeless trains subside.

There I have now chosen
To collect those hearts’ shards,
Of all the risen children’s hope
This concrete world discards.

Foolish as I may be
To believe hope exists,
Without this lonely urban myth
Our urban life desists.

So, from every shard collected,
Just one young heart can be re-made;
A heart for this whole world,
For each and every prayer we’ve prayed.

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