_our bodies are prisons for our souls.
our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement.
but fear not.
all flesh decays
death turns all to ash, and, thus, death frees every soul.
+these times are dark,
but every shadow,
no matter how deep,
is threatened by morning light.
+the last night i was with him,
he told me about his father who had died.
he said if they dug his father"s body up,
he would be gone.
they"d planted a seed over his grave.
the seed became a tree.
moses said his father became part of that tree.
he grew into the wood, into the bloom.
and when a sparrow ate the tree"s fruit,
his father flew with the birds.
he said death was his father"s road to awe.
-all these years.
all these memories.