Faith Way
Rise
and fall.
Vines that crawl
beckon the walls,
Come closer.
Crystal flowers
that sprout
out of the mouth
of a once vile creature.
Conch shell calls,
a message
from god.
Someone
you once
remembered.
The smell of paint,
and citrus perfume
of your mother.
…
Mask
and chain,
a violent refrain.
Wayward winds
which haunt
the willows.
Cascading lulls
and forceful pulls.
Calls from the past
and echoing laughs.
Carnelian stones,
laced and composed.
A performative response,
lies on the cross,
mythological heroes.
A tale,
a scale,
a moment
of sonder.