written by Marini Barika Facey
April 9, 2015
I sit in this room.
From a time before I was ever here,
prayers seep off the pages of the walls.
As I sit,
I deeply steep in legacies
and reap an inheritance from wise ones--
who always had us in mind.
Prayers she's prayed seep off the pages of the walls
and memories crawl into our hearts and fall...
The blinds suddenly
--open--
our blind eyes and blindside us
with radiant vision and hope.
...fall into our souls
like Autumn leaves
and leave footprints
with the soles of their shoes
from the paths she's walked
many moons ago.
I sit in the hush.
Memories rush past
the past to enter us.
Even though his memory fades,
the promises he's made rise,
soar from the floorboards
and remind us they exist;
they are the door we walk through.
Prayers bleed through the walls
and weep...
Memories live on in us!
...till we will see!
We will hear!
We will know;
we are home,
kin to the unknown,
never alone.