I will miss the sun...

A poem inspired by my experiences in missions.

I will miss the sun.
A blood red sky
A tongue of ash
A boiling ocean of memories
A broken steel hand
A buried soul
A crossing path
Of life
Of luster
And of malice
Scars of iron and fire
Skulls of hollow laughter
And of shattered screams
A mended heart of flesh
A torn soul of dirt
The taste of sand
The sounds of stone
The sight of flame
The dry
The weary
The broken
The dishelmed
And the isolated
It will be seen but dark
Felt but numbed
Heard but silenced
A stronger loneliness
Brought by sin
Banished by hurt
Adorned by thorns
Feeling of weak
Of whim
Of worn
Punished by some
Born unto all
Forgiven
A word we refuse
For whom the son sold
And yet is sought after
We will miss the son.