In the silent, grey expanse of the Great-In-Between, memory refuses to stay buried, and the shadows of the past step out from the mist.
Demanding a reckoning with the one question that haunts the soul.
In Desolation Wood
(A lone voice whispers)
There's a place I sometimes see when all seems dark in Desolation Wood, and I feel weak in my deepest, darkest of dreams.
A sparse place where the skylarks and robins no longer gather to sing while nearby rivers empty, deflowered by mountain streams and sin.
A low place beyond the cry of morning delights or the shriek of the lone rooster announcing the start of a new day.
After a long night.
A place where darkness plays as old photos litter the way and ominous shadows stand up straight and sway.
A cathedral of tired old memories and barge boat journeys between A and B.
Where no living creature breathes any air as far as the eyes can see, then I see you.
Standing, wearing dirty old black shoes and torn blue jeans.
Wearing a black coat in the Great-In-Between.
Looking at me with all the sweet anger you can give, but as my dead spirit guides once told me, who once lived.
Channelling what Mark 11:25 said:
“…if you hold anything against anyone, forgive them so that your Father in heaven may forgive you.”
Is that why I still see you, a recurring ghost when I sometimes dream
After all these years in The Great In-Between?
Where I'm left constantly wondering?
Who's blessed enough to forgive who?
Me or even just you?
Or are you just my soul's follower in Desolation Wood, like a reborn Mary Magdalene?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
P. S.
She appears every few months. Just standing and looking.
I don't remember ever meeting her... In this life anyway.
Do I see ghosts or do they see me?
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