In Memoriam

In Memoriam

Giant pillars stood there

rooted in their weaknesses,

wearing their faces of sin.

Tears like ashes

spread across their cheeks.

Smiles, no one wanted

to smile.

Pillars wrapped in cloaks

of brick and color and voice.

Their stained-glass faces

depict gifts I still

don't deserve.

("Paint it black and take it back.")

I walked in,

crows on my shoulders

feathers in my skin

dust pouring out of my eyes

and watched them speak of you.

I wish I had been there

to see you reaching out

wooden fingers

An empty casket arm

trying to bridge the space

Between your brokenness

and His glory.

I am glad He took your hand.

Your dust swept away…

may black-winged birds be light

and quick with your soul!

He's been waiting for you.

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