24 Apr

Bearer of Memories

My home is not here it enclosed in my heart. It is a land that has no earth with memories older than myself. I have no place to lay my head like the Son of man, the Son of God. My new home, like a flower it bloomed, like a tree it gave roots but it was uprooted, and buried with my grandfather. It was the land where first there was seen the light and it is the land where I could only find this light. It is the home of my spirit, the sense of peace and safety within chaos of war. So like the Son of God I will find my place in heaven and bear the crosses of my brothers and sisters, and wait suspended midair like a saint hanging crucified on a tree or like an eagle flying above the clouds and the seas.

There remains an old nest I planted within a tree, ascending and descending I will find it once more, a part of my heart given and invincible to all.

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