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SACRED SILENCE




Why the journey aboard?


A second ascent to a continent where I was just present. 


The first an attempt to explore a small extent of opportunities beyond my countries boundaries whose borders collide and divide within me.


Five familiar faces as close as family living in comfortable hospitality without burdens of responsibility upon me.


A great introduction in preparation for an elaborate production.


The intent was to grieve, to leave behind bitter lies, loss and broken memories, primarily a host of voices within me...to find and restore my true identity—What existence and the world has meant to me.


It’s has already been a success indeed, as I sat in a bunk contemplating things with a friendly sojourner like me.


Has it become that every face I see is reflecting something in me?


I burned a bridge, high on the ridge, I concluded a decades worth of grief that polluted my soul.


I feel whole.


Faith is gone.


Her familiar face for which I long will never age.


Trapped within a page in my mind, her immature form a stamp in time.


I will no longer conform to the norm nor for anyone perform.


I am home.


Not alone.


No more need to atone.


I roam, but not aimlessly.


I am rich with grace deep inside my body. 

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