Resurrection

I rise from deep within the earth out of pressured lavas I rise above the level into breathable realms I rise following the risen He who set my path and monitors my lift lovingly tenderly, yet such pinions given of steeliness unpluckable I rise for the grace of the Father, for the loving sacrifice of the Son, for the Spirit, all Powerful, Ever-present, All Knowing – I rise from man's mental coma...from delirium of his lesser ego, from estrangement of his physical-obstinance; climbing higher, into loftier, far brighter reality of being... cleanly exalted, my consciousness purified – I rise on frequencies of heavenly choirs... throngs of worshiping angels welcoming, wings fanning my once fuming soul – all the while singing Praise to Christ, man's Conqueror Lord: The slayer of Death; the Subduer of devils and their throngs of whispering, shouting, deafening demons; I rise from out under the Master Liar...jealous possessor, once Arc of God's Most beloved till Fallen... I rise on a divine swell of compassion and forgiveness – carried yet higher, on upward, surging tide of greater purification, resurrected with Divine momentum...a soaring sea of expanding spiritual freedom... It is Easter, as The Risen One anointed, so shall we follow and rise! “Glory to God in His Highest!”