Lost Testament (Nonet)

Silent, stone walls muffle my prayers.
Chains rattle an antiphon dirge.
Obsecration is murmured.
Rosary, links of steel,
Clasping praying hands.
Plans, hopes, dreams float
Like dust motes,
Airy
Shrouds.


Dedicated to Prisoners of Conscience around the world.

by Mary Naylor

Comments (1)

a beautiful piece, Mary..a pleasure to read..