My soul torn asunder
across the railroad tracks
Twelve hundred miles away
a lone whistle blows
lamenting what is lost
Who will gather the pieces
put me back together?
How will I be whole again?
Unseen angels
precious messengers
from my Savior dear
Gather, sweetly gather
what was swept upon the wind
I have been delivered
whole and restored
forevermore
forevermore
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When I read the prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today, I decided this story of mine fit the bill. I may try another longer narrative poem in keeping with the prompt, but for now I’ve decided to link this one.