by @LauraLME ©
Layers of tainted skin
like gathered fabric
pleated by time into ruffles of sin
Where guilt slowly infiltrates
subtle, sharp needles
sewing yarn of sorrow and regrets.
blind to the spiritual nature
The Holy gift of departing memories from pain.
Looking for the light 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 despair,
through the maze of convictions,
eternal flames of Faith,
burn vivid and strong,
showing us the road to Salvation.
In an ethereal journey back to Life
we walk the streets of redemption,
Where we talk without words,
we see the invisible,
we breath Eternity,
In the screaming light of Resurrection.