Date: 6-21-2024
Elisa Sparks' p.o.v
The last goodbye dance, your bedtime lullaby, your swansong.
You belong outside the box instead of in the shadows, my beloved
Hershey chocolate heart. Riding the tide, riding the bullet, you are
in no haste to waste away. With the gentleness of a lover, the wind
blows your hair. Innocent, you were made in the image of Christ.
Dreamlessly floating through the air, you never age a day or lack a
good conscience. You are kind, but the world remains blind to the truth.
Peace and justice, are they really worth the unfair treatment and painful sacrifice?
I want to cover you like a blanket, but you say you can protect yourself. When
your enemies desecrate you like a church, you finally know that your suffering will soon be
over. Shush now, my little dove, my wounded tired angel. The thought of living forever on earth is only
just a pipe dream for you. You close your eyes and I hope you find solace on the other side.
Slowly, I begin to loosen the reins and realize I am on my own yet again. In this moment
of great travail, all is quiet on the homeland. Although you may have disappeared, traces
of you can still be found everywhere. As quickly as a wildfire, joy hits the ground running
and brings so much clarity to me. I will never neglect these precious jewels, our memories.