He laid flat on the floor
On the edge of his mind's cliff
Was this life worth living
He tried to remember
Shadows of light
Fluttered beyond his grasp
Figments wrapped in glittering paper
Away from him
He felt the coolness of the tile
Terracotta pressing against his forehead
Absorbing his fever
"Let your blood accentuate my redness"
" I will protect your bones"
Light flows through stained glass
Christ's brilliant blue eyes
Piercing the man's sadness
There will be more days
Warmth not clay
Sadness left to yesterday
The floor will not be fed today
It is washed with salty tears
The edge vanishes
Was it ever here?
Turned to years
He sits in a pew
Looks up away from himself
It now seems so clear
He gets up
Walks across the floor
Walks out the silent door
Decides once and for all
He doesn't need
This horrid place
His heart is healed
God goes where he goes
The suffering he lived no longer grows
What he remembers sets him free
He will not be lost to history
A life of Joy not misery.
Dedicated to native children abused
In church and residential schools.
Their culture systamaticly stripped
away. in some cases much worse things
happened behind what should have been
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"Native American People"
I was initially reluctant to enter the
contest because I questioned if this
was honoring to the native population.
As I thought about this I realized that
it speaks to their resilience as a people
and despite what was done they continue
honoring their people and their culture.
We have much that we can learn from them.