Poetry

Shadows of Saints

Tehuacan, Puebla

 

 

Death knows no fear;
No haunting to hurt.
It stalks in stealth
And crosses in Life;
Wearing a darkness
That feigns a leaving.
Shadows can see
Only in Bright;
Desire is humbly
Death’s bitter chagrin.
Love finds the Beloved
Rising up in the night!

 

 

 

(undated tpt)

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