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If you could trap a sound,
in the heart of Mother Earth
from the cool, depths underground What would that sound be?
A laugh, a whisper, a spoken last word
a gasp, a supplication, a plea If you could trap a vision by the eye, seen
would you espy the grasp of comfort
from one man to the other,
brothers in their faith . . . freed If you could dispel the darkness, with a flame
Or feel inspiration ignited, by a prayer
You would have seen the angels that came
and moved amongst the men down there Men of the Heartland
Miners of our Earth
Beckoned to His Homeland
Men of family--Men of worth! Extolled in the human heart
is our connection with the Creator
like a star in the firmament, bright And to the Heavens above we lift
our eyes through the darkness
until we connect with the Light Copyright 2006 Kathy Pippig Harris For the coal miners who perished in the Aracoma Alma Mine, the Sago Mine of West Virginia, and Darby Mine Number 1 in Kentucky. And for my grandfather who was a coal miner in Illinois, and loved roses. `*` The life of a coal miner is insular. They have their family and tight-knit group of friends. And, they have their faith. Their occupation is dangerous and often lonely. The work they do is as vital to our country as is the air we breath. When our country loses a single person to the mines, we have lost a heartbeat in the pulse of our nation. My works have been featured in many online publications and in traditional print. I am also a weekly columnist for the publication "Frank Talk" which is distributed in several counties in the tri-state area of Michigan, Ohio, and Missouri. I've written four books and my fifth book, "For the Spirit-Soul," a collection of my short stories and poems is now available.
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