Goodnight maybe for the last time it seems

Press play and let the music wash over you as you read.

Salute.

A piece of poetry before I retire.

Goodnight wherever you are, salute.

Are the broken unconsciously

Attracted to the Broken.

Is it simply a token

To an old crimson beating carnival.

To find old gates

Which must be

Climbed over and broken.

To find those long-hidden doors

Which must be reopened.

To heal a

A soul stone

Which now lays heartbroken.

To endure

New or old

Demons

Which

Must be exorcised and conquered.

For when you see a

Strong man or vulnerable

Woman cry

And are blessed to be part of their life

Just watch their

Hands

If they are covered

In tears and raised to the

Skies as their soul's cry

They will go through

Justification

Sanctification

And eventually

Glorification

As they walk on their new road

To Damascus

For God so loved the world

He gave his only son

To be crucified

To just save us

Copyright John Duffy 2019