The Doors of Bell House

  


"In Testament" 
We are the Salt
Of copper washed
Soil
The tenders
Of graves
On plots
Bought with blood
We are stronger
Than
Declarations
And
Proclamations
We are the salvation
Found
In solitude
We are your
Starving flesh
Now calmed
By the
Thirst
Of righteousness
We are
The epiphanies
Born Out
of the
depths of
Darkness
Fasting
In the moonlight
We Laid down
By
The light of
Wick and wax
And Have
been
Delivered

      
"Front Door"


I have broken the handle to years forgotten
Selfishly hanging the door in my home
The iron hinges swing freely
But the knob no longer turns

A few words by me..

Please take a moment to look through these doors from my home " Bell House". . . these handles have been turned for over a      century and a half.. be still my heart.   
                                                                                     

 My love of the arts has transformed into a lifestyle. My home, my words, my creations.. my thoughts are tucked securely in a chipped white washed lifetime...

I do hope you have enjoyed this quick post with my pictures and poems.. Blessed Be.