Drawing and poem copyright Debbie Berk 2018
In this living that is not…
all that is left of the sacred are the sorrows lost to the mourning shadows of shame in the deep wounds of knowing of no tomorrows to come, of hearing no callings of death beyond, no voices of hope, not one to welcome us home but only the silence of a whispered prayer screaming into…
the Invitation of the Uninvited
The day is gray and silence save for the soft whispers of the slow moving shadows that so inviting they sway dancing like the swirling smoke of extinguished flame dare I beg them stay, join in as the distant sound of music now hauntingly plays like the echo of a long lost voice calling…
