This gift,
A kiss, soft as
A rose petal,
Oxygen
To the soul.
Poems
POEM FOR SARAH
When I write,
I see rather than say and
Thus my soul wraps around itself
In a bloody hellfire flame,
And in time - after a bit of suffering -
An angel comes,
Shading me with her wings,
Whispering a blessing,
And sometimes,
Jesus will even take me by the hand,
Allowing me to see his
Wounds.
They are still unhealed.
Like yours.
Like mine.