Monday, June 4, 2012

You - Still And Forever

You left without any bells
like a thief in the night

cool silent clouds on the doorstep, and
the fragrance of a baby's breath -

in an evening of my sad eyes.
I believe your cloak covers earth

and space; every corner of my home
and streets.  I shouted your name when

doors and gates closed, and I,  insanely
alone called the Sacred Heart, "Lord of

the Resurrection, where are you now?" 
And it is still You in all your different names.

It had always been You -
still
and forever.



first draft, june 5, 2012.1:30PM
rosevoc2 on iwrotefiction

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