...by Jim Bronyaur & Laura Ebohon
(final day of feature week!)
…do they come back?
Inked letters –
hacked to paper
what story do they carry… tell…
Does a softer ground mean more
- than a frozen one?
Is it a misty thought
A soft touch on the back of your neck
or the lost wandering up a cement drive…
I’m back. I’m here. I’m ready.
Layers of tainted skin
like gathered fabric
pleated by time into ruffles of sin,
where guilt slowly infiltrated
subtle, endless needles
sewing yarn of sorrow and regrets...
Blind to the spiritual nature
Holy gift of departing memories from pain
Looking for the guidance of divine power
holding on to the belief that beyond Life
on the other side of these walls of Time,
over the bridge of Death,
under these dark tunnels of crimes,
through the maze of convictions,
there are eternal flames of Love,
and the possibility of Salvation...
In an ethereal journey back to Life
running through green fields of peace
swimming in calm seas of wonder
passing by streets of celestial calm
where we talk without words
we see the invisible
we breath eternity
In the screaming light of Resurrection!