When we finally open that sealed box which now lay
undiscovered, you will surely be released through an
unlocked door, shall leave your prison walls through
solemn peace, riding one car home, filled with gifts
piled on tables, blessed children, seas of love, happy
family. Light collides with light. Cosmic innocents
bestow smiles, laughter rises into blue expanses like
bright helium balloons, pops inside burst clouds, rain
down tears, loud thundering freedom for witnesses
who will never have to watch another journalist shot
from war helicopters because now everyone knows
they should not, cannot allow this within our world,
instead must bequeath happiness, spring daisies,
countless peace doves, and safety granted on each
child, who are in reality sweet blossoming branches
of Brahma incarnate, sacred now, wholly blameless.
© 2021 Ruth Ann Oskolkoff
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