I hear silence, the more silence I have,
the more I hear.
Then, my soul connects with every sort of souls,
some I am acquainted with, some unknown.
Mainly when I am at my church, no mass or cult being,
angels and saints say they have known me since my early days,
even before I was born, even before I was conceived and
only drawn in the dreams of a young loving couple.
They say they do not forget the joy and hope I caused
and that this is spelled with all the words in my history,
forever and ever.
I believe in their words, are not they angels and saints?
Then, a renewed man goes home.
A defiant and reliant one.
Published in The Lake, December issue 2014.
Published in Dead Snakes, February 07, 2016