Monday, June 9, 2014


I am the vase of God, he fills me to the brim.
 He is the ocean deep, contained I am in Him.
Angelus Silesius

by Elece Hollis

Abandoned ocean-floor house,
Washed clean and forsaken
On the waiting sand,
Eternally echoing the voices of the sea;
Ruin of a once-happy home, 
Roof sagging in,
Windows gone—children gone,
Silent with daffodils
Still nodding each spring;
Short dress—without sleeves,
Worn pretty at the sophomore dance,
Bright in her memory’s eye, yet faded by time;
Empty remains of what once was full of life,
Of herself—a shadow,
Without love—without hope:
Of himself—a sad crust,
Without voice—without song,
Without God
Souls are left empty.

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