We are climbing out of ashes,

from the dust that’s left behind,

from the death and loss and

blackness to the future in a sign.

 

We are walking to the distance

with faces shrouded in decay,

from the ravage of our living

to the paradise that’s far away.

 

We will move and not feel guilty

for there’s nothing left behind,

as we tread with deathly faces

till we reach the promised land.

 

3/12/2020