I believe in my heart that when <br />The wounded heart sunk within the depth of God sings <br />It rises from the pond alive <br />As if new-born. <br /> <br />I believe in my heart that what I wring from myself <br />To tinge life’s canvas <br />With red of pallid hue, thus cloaking it <br />In luminous garb.<br /><br />Gabriela Mistral<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/creed-6/
