I dried my tears.
my wounded flesh I watched,
Fighting to be alive.
Nature seemed indifferent,
Yet, like a beacon of hope,
Its luminous spirit drew my eyes up to the skies.
The world kept silent
While the agony stretched the fibers
Of my sorrowful and longing heart.
How much deeper can the soul of man submerge
In its ultimate search for the source of strength
Which transcends this pain inside?
The cries are inaudible now.
The pain, and the images of hell,
faded in the mists of time.
Lost in their scattered memories,
In this inscrutable silence,
I hear the voices again and again –
Like a raven’s call –
tearing the void of space inside my restless mind.
It was not in vain.
And we will forever remember.
Hope and faith
And those cries will silence in our hearts.
Life casts away the darkness
with the ever-present light of love piercing through time.
Instead of the raven’s call of death
which no longer abides,
We hear their laughter and feel their joy,
as we remember.