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Potter's Field

by kurt-carman

On this hillside where the homeless rest The Song Sparrow bursts into psalm, Reciting beautiful exclamations to the heavens above For the forgotten souls that are concealed below. In this place called Potters Field lay one million souls Unknowns from 200 years ago....more & more arriving everyday. Nestled thickets of wild trees hold these memories past and Shadow the headstones with prayers inscribed. How could one small place hold so many forgotten souls? How could we have forgotten those less fortunate than us? Saint Benedict's tear filled eyes scan the field As he try's to to make sense of what has happened. Lift up your eyes New York and make your voices heard. Don't let their memory fade away. God holds a special place for these children because.... In the Kingdom of God....                                  The last shall be first. K.E Carman 2016
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Apr 9, 2016
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Hope you'll read this NY Times article.........http://www.nytimes.com/2016/04/05/nyregion/allowed-to-visit-her-babys-grave-after-12-years-a-woman-is-told-your-son-isnt-here.html?_r=0

I must tell you that I had to stop often through out the article to wipe the tears from my eyes. I write this poem in memory of little Anthony DeJesus. God has taken your broken body and made you whole again sweet boy!

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