Alive,
but not.

Tiny lights flicker
before blind eyes.

Baby breaths swirl
deep within dead lungs.

Whispering sounds stand ready
just outside ears long slammed shut.

And then the Spirit calls...

...light so bright it blinds
breaths so full they stop
and sounds so loud they deafen...

...dead,
but not.

His children know His voice.

Rise and shine!

Alive.
 
 

by J. Alan R. | Back to Index |