Poem2024-07-25T09:32:52+00:00

A New Union

By: Norman Dean VanPelt

Our souls entwined
as the lament
seeped through her caverns.
Searching for a shore to rest upon
and call home.
To form a union of love
and break the barriers
of unforgiveness.

Once this task was through
a new job was undertaken,
the creation of life.
When two souls are joined
and the barrier is broken,
a new soul is born in the womb.
Two equal parts of the counter parts,
good and bad splice together.

To form a union, better than the predecessors.