Last breath’s memories:
Cry, the beloved country!
Mandela’s freedom!
Last breath’s memories:
Cry, the beloved country!
Mandela’s freedom!
Small like a found coin
Or unexpected visit –
Miracles from prayer.
Standing in a field.
Wind whipping naked body …
When no one responds.
Black bee sting lingers,
Spreading its poison over
And over again.
Brother’s Alzheimer’s
And family dysfunction
And friends’ critical words.
A small girl cowers,
Ineffectively shielding
From vicious attacks,
While the enemies
Grow drunk in their ecstasy
That she is broken.
Hot tears pooling pain
Bleeding out a child’s spirit
Until nothing left.
Angels channel warmth
On golden wings, this loving
To heal broken hearts.
Is it all because
At fifteen a reckless kiss –
Always imprisoned?
Promise thirty years
So that she knows you won’t leave.
Comfort, joy, and peace.