The Place I Did Not Die. poem/photos/designs by (me!) sandra, tvgp
you know
how you
see flowers
and crosses
on the side
of the road
at the site
where someone died.
and though you don't know who, when or how
you know family and friends loved them; and cry.
I do the sign of the cross -pray about loss..
send love through the earth, wind and sky
and I did the same,
recently I did the
same for myself
at the place where
I did not die.
-these railroad tracks
are where I didn't die
where no one had to
leave flowers
-these railroad tracks
are where I didn't die
to evil, violent, power.
these railroad tracks
are where the rapist
-fled into the night
these railroad tracks
-they mark the place
the place I did not die.
and God sent me back
to these railroad tracks
so I can see and feel..
God is love. Love is God
no evil will prevail.
Love will get
the final word
death it has no sting
God can use all things
for good
including
suffering
Victory to our King!
posted by SHE @ 7:02 PM
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