Have a great Sunday.

I've rather enjoyed creating these poetic short stories.

Reflections of an exotic, sweet voice which sometimes calls me to newer lands.

In case you're curious or inquisitive, they were simply references from whence I sometimes visit.

If you're here just visiting, this Sunday.

I send you blessings from the Red Church and best wishes from The Great In-Between.

A piece for a quiet, easy Sunday.

Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

Sometimes

You've just got to be brave enough to say goodbye to old ways, and try to heal raw opened emotional sores, as you look to life to give you more.

It may feel like you've been through all the world's many wars, but nobody's perfect and everybody has their scars and sometimes, unspoken flaws.

Some may choose to hide it so well, and smile and try to put on a favorite well-loved mask.

And some don't.

Some may say strange things in tempestuous moments of heat, as they sharpen their ferocious claws.

And some may say nothing whatsoever.

But just think?

People are just human, after all.

Misfits in the grandest of schemes, wandering around like lost little children.

After they've been given a life's spiritual work permit.

But you know, I've already lived five times in 6 hundred years.

Lived
Loved and cried so many wet tears.

Now I've returned for the seventh.

And here's what I know as I return from a short stint before I go back to my place in Heaven.

Life and all its emotional connections are simply explained in one line of poetry.

Which is written in bold italics in God's eternal archives.

What to know what it is?

It simply says: is

“Do the best with your time before you too have to die.”

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Angel Rhamiel
Art by Causagerl Melegari shared under fair usage policy