...Tell them of the stories
made by those who have suffered
Show them the lands where
the ground has been stained by the
blood of once men who
had dreamed of nothing but
golden suns
Let them hear
the eternal cry of the dead
and let them choose denial
over the truth
A world bereft of angels
God
it seems
left this place a long time ago
and the only thing that remains is
a shadow of a vague memory
along with
the almost forgotten footsteps
of The Man
who walked on
water…