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
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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