Blood On the Glass
step into the soul
of the needy and the vain,
and walk within the fire
watch the weak stand tall again
from the pit of redemption
crawling over glass,
mistakes will revisit
but with faith it all shall pass
with a prayer and a smile
before a future deeds,
that karma can turn round
and soul will be released
far into mother earth
I’ve secreted my pain,
now I’m blowing on the wind
hear me whispering your name
brushing past a memory
that shatter crystal hearts,
cradled in a culture
that’s growing like its art
nourishing the earth
as the circle turns around,
even as I lay here
at peace in sacred ground
as I morph back to mother
regather me once again,
make our lines connect
in the ink it will begin
Esperanza is my name
I flow within the green,
open up your minds
bring life to every dream
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2009
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