5 May 2012

I hold you in my hands

and Pray.

For all. For them.

I follow the path

Father taught,

picking up each marble

as I go,

as my heart beats along.

Uttering his hymn,

echoing her song.

I clench my hand,

shed a tear,

I let go.

Only fifty-eight of them,

your missing bead is my heart,

the rest belongs to them,

those souls I never saw again:

For all. For them.

I hold you in my hands

and Pray.

dyanaromeroFor Them • Opuss № I