The Shroud Poem by Romella Kitchens

The Shroud

Reconciliation of the lost soul with the inquisitive soul and
the found.

Ashes of the burnt, ashes of the dead blow in the winds of
the deserts of war.

We speak so highly of ourselves as mankind but, "Where is
Peace? "

At night a solitary male soul whom amongst all men in a time of
violence has not taken up a weapon, has not chosen a side looks up
at the sky and whispers, "Where is Peace, God? "

God's ambassadors search the rows of corpses for
the spirit who's shell was taken so quickly the soul
is trapped within and must be extracted…

The released soul flees with its charges into the heavens
knowing no sanity in the world.

Fathers, weep at the death of your daughters…
as Salve, layering emotional pain upon their cold, dead feet.



Mothers? Mourn, mothers, for your family and the family of
the world.. For, women needs peace and wisdom and in tandem
is the prophetic and the intellectual's matrix. Woman is a visionary
in her own right.

Remember the history of when evil became flesh and walked
the streets of many countries of the world and murdered without
contrition…

Killed the bodies of the purpose for living, the truth of the
Perfection of God's creativity personified as humane human kind.








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