Rachel Weeping No More For Her Children

Within the valley of their bones her ghost, she dreams.. Parallel dimensions timeless this crucifix ? His raven speaks Sitting atop these telling branches; solitary's ancient Joshua Tree ? A scorpion making way through scorching sands be deja vu; dry bed rivers Circling whispering tombs ? Where children once gathered; an echoing.... Joy aside her wishing well; woven baskets mothers their infants wrapped of love's Perfumed genteel cloth ? Gazing unto the new borne skies priceless, tiny hearts Innocent while his vulture screams and this lion does roar ? Cloaked these claws where Eagles shall nest; His Holy's Angels descending, on high; her ghost a kiss dimensions, circling.