Perpetual Light

Perpetual Light

Sarah laid on the couch

Wondering about her late day, afternoon

Beloved petals reposed on the altarpiece

Swept beyond when the breeze went by

Even if they scattered on the field

Whispered they will be decayed with grace

Though she pondered about their Lilliputian hugger-mugger

How these oldies hum their closuring vowel as it is? Delicately  

Even after they stained, wrinkled and attired to bow down

“Here is a fine cashew seed”

Sarah’s grandmother interrupted

“Fought the good fight. I have finished the race. I have kept the faith”

Her trembling voice muttered with a torn piece of paper in her left   

Even so, if heartwood reside within light,

Soul will rest with grace of peace, perpetually   

Forthwith, Sarah answered to her core 

 

Reviews

[Ruth]

This is beautiful! I could see her speaking all of this and yet there is something less than obvious woven around and within this. I really enjoyed this Samala....unique and something refreshingly different to absorb :)