Image credit: Ricardo Reitmeyer

Image credit: Ricardo Reitmeyer

A death’s a merry way
To worship
You might say
A blight of history
The choice made by men
But rising hope
Can crash through darkness
And its reverie
And shine a light
And show the path
Is here again

A simple cross
Is like a beacon
To that darker age
Where cruelty
Was all we offered
To the lost
But something more
Has made its mark
On history’s page
Even though
Such sacrifice
Too great a cost

A death’s a merry way to worship
You might say
But we first must taste of night
To find the day

(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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