Sanctuary: A book of essays on faith (with some romantic poetry mixed in)
By Alexandra Berrocal
I
Dream of
Red hair and
Soft green eyes.
The eyes of my mother.
I have dreamed of her for
Decades upon decades and
Centuries upon centuries. I paint
Her because she is clear when all fades.
The one thing I reliably recall.
She walks into the front door of my space
I feel like she has entered myself
And with every painting she sees
She gazes into my soul.
A soul that’s filled with her.
For time after time
I look at her
And feel I
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