I am going to the place
\nwhere the light of a picture falls.
\nTwo brothers and three sisters,
\nsitting patiently for an instant of time.
\nFor a smile to come or go.
\nFor a thought to dissolve like sugar,
\nor the hand to grope for a comb.
\nDoes the soul fly faster than light?
\nCan I find them between the stars
\nwhere they look into a room
\nunmindful of their time?<\/p>\n
If I can touch them,
\ncan I tell the youngest sister
\nto find happiness
\nby being what she is there.
\nThe next sister,
\nhow much she is loved
\nin the sonnets of her children,
\nher life a gift and treasure.<\/p>\n
For the boy with five of his own,
\nto learn how much patience
\nhe knows there and needs now,
\nthe wonder of his youth.
\nTo open and embrace with his arms,
\nno holds barred.
\nAnd the oldest sister
\nbe blessed for a resolute soul,
\nbut run over the horizon
\nand see what you find.
\nThe oldest boy,
\nhow much sorrow there is in you,
\nlocked in the cold.
\nCome back another time
\nand be whole.<\/p>\n
I sense they are there,
\nwhere my soul takes me to them.
\nGrumbling, laughing, fidgeting,
\nwaiting for a flash of light
\nto take them into eternity,
\nwith their smiles and stares.
\nLooked at often by those who stayed home,
\nloving them as they were
\nat a moment in their journey.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am going to the place where the light of a picture falls. Two brothers and three sisters, sitting patiently for an instant of time.…<\/p>\n