When Memory Fails

I ponder him who pledged to me his troth.
Our marriage came to shreds but not to naught.
He saved each tangled ravel, wove new cloth,
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[Maryburg]

Cold the winter blows on this barren white mourn.
No single soul would face it they dare
But still under a naked tree it’s sworn.

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I'm way down here, once more ensnared in pits of my own choice
because I picked that shovel up, my shovel of revolt.
Lord, did you hear me

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