I see a face on a computer screen...snap shoots or dreams Sad memories, flashed back like old movie scenes Void of personal experience...yet well acquainted, by all means An unfamiliar voice in my head...or random comments read Bitter words, so longed to be said...to me or the one that I wed But silence has been the thread That passes through the poetic eye, appropriately placed, in my head Images that may needle me, until I be dead Covered by my Comforter, stitched in red...the Blood Christ shed To free, feelings to long spent, in hiding...only heart and soul confiding, in themselves Thank God the Spirit dwells...regenerates what was once a tortured souls living hell Yes, time will tell...The Holiest of Holy, who bases forgiveness solely, on actions That speak louder than words...completely purge...the unforgiveness that no longer surges Now that I see you through God's Eye Eye See You, Mommy Dearest
