Resurrection

Layers of tainted skin
like gathered fabric
pleated by time into ruffles of sin,
where guilt slowly infiltrated
subtle, endless needles
sewing yarn of sorrow and regrets...
Fragile conscience
Blind to the spiritual nature
of forgiveness.
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 crimes
through the maze of convictions,
there are eternal flames of Love
and the possibility of Salvation.
In an ethereal journey back to Life,
running through green fields of peace
swimming in calm seas of wonder
passing by streets of celestial calm
where we talk without words
we see the invisible
we breath eternity
In the screaming light of Resurrection!