If These Steps Could Talk Poem by Richard Burgess

If these steps could talk, would they reveal the spirit?
Would they support intuition?
What evidence of crime?
The conveyance of fear?

Do they present a portal, transporting matter to another realm?
One of horror, or one of blessed release?
Do they lead to salvation?
Does the hard stone belie?

At the foot of the stairs, a dark labyrinth,
Marked by a single blood-red flower,
Petals wilting as the soul,
Marking depression.

Amen! Let it be!