Blessed by the muse
You are healing.
and the gentleness of the evening
to your melodious Aenos.
Your laughter is a window
in our ancestral homes.
Words and baggage
You travel in hearts.
leaving traces.
Those who were sanctified in a little while
they overcame forgetfulness.
We will meet.
rocks in the Ionian Sea.
Lighthouse keepers,
of our own Saints.
With a tear – a prayer
in the iconostasis…
photo GregMontani, https://pixabay.com

















































