Rebirth
Twenty five years of grave digging finally unearthed a new birth;
Emergence into a sacred world where the secret wisdom of simplicity
Prevailed.
The connection was made, the gift giving;
Spiritual fire burned above his head.
He spoke in tongues of angels, wrote a revelation in
Divine script to be read by the mourners and widows.
Eulogies long overdue, delivered
To the souls that were left behind.
Now dangling in purgatory with outreached grasping hands
Toward heaven and feet smoldering in hell.
Waiting for the “Great Provision” to pull them into
The sanctuary of submission.
Copyright © Randy Biffany | Year Posted 2013
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