Searching Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper
Searching
To turn
From the anguish
Of the world
Is not to escape it.....
In the green glades of the hills
The cries will follow you
Which you will not hear:
They echo in some limbo
beyond time
Where the heart is split
Maybe some day you can say:
Anger, be red
Purpose be iron
And all will be
As the magic of a shaman
walking into things not out
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8/14/2026 4:48:36 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
To turn From the anguish Of the world Is not to escape it.... facts of life. well expressed. tony