Visions of Immortality
In the dark valley, the tears of the faithful, on the bloody rock on the night of the resurrection, the Son of God, prayers on the eternal fire.
The blue dome, the Sistine in the Bay of Saints in the moonlight in the fog of remembrance, the bells of Christians on the Day of Judgment.
Memories of the apostles in the night of weeping, River of verses in the holy books on the altar of the Homeland.
Bloody tears, prayers of saints in the dark chambers of death, shadows of ancestors on the shores of the hope of salvation.
In the immortal fire, burned memories of fear, eerie cries in the night, the cry of despair in the light of salvation.
Visions of light in immortal prayers, the bells of the church of the sea in the bay on the cliff of the Our Lady.
On the hill of the crucifixion, in the shadow of the cross, on Golgotha, the bloody tears of the soldiers in silent penance.
The suffering of Christians, the history of remembrance in the mist.
The consolation of prayer, the tears in Our Lady’s eyes, doomsday, in prayer at the bottom of the ocean.
The light of chandeliers, the storm of unbelief, the horrors of dead souls in the shadows of transience.
The burnt hope of salvation in the truth of the fire, the immortal spark in the eyes of the Madonna.
The shadow of the fire, on the wall of the church the sea in the bay of remembrance, at the end of the shore, the prayers of penance.
A lone star, at the bottom of the ocean, a weeping rock, icons of salvation, bays of the immortals.
Churches in the mirror of the sea, a mirror of light in the sea of memories, churches of the past, chandeliers of light.
The rosary of salvation, in the hands of the faithful on the day of penance on the other side of the shore.