The devil writes evil into my memory and locks me into a box for eternity. And, it’s memory that haunts me daily. I forge onward, fire burning steadily, hot-blue and ready to forget all about you. Legend of Satan begot the fragile mindset that God bestowed upon me, to fork his heart on tines thrown into battle. Love rings smoke circles around you, as I lift my hands to you.
Love shatters evil, and you white purity, save the memory born in babes and raised in fire. Water Lilies grow on seeded fertile soil, a breath, a breeze, on wind and seas, takes the evil to its knees. Lush-full-ripples of love and soft spoken words to ease and kindle gently, a rest, a reprieve, on these rivers that recede.
© Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by 愚木混株 cdd20 on Unsplash
