Resurrection

An Amen sealed the last good deed spoken One last familiar cry gave way to silence - novel enough to send Mortal man into insanitys vise. Once a captive of this receptacle - I arise to glance back to the clothing I once wore. An image which once answered to my name. A roll call which I am voiceless to reply. How long must I remain a host unto myself? must I remain a citizen of a place I desire not to be? A soft resurrecting voice broke the monotony of darkness as lightening etches itself across the sky bidding me come- for we have been awaiting your arrival. Radiant Holiness engulfed all else around. Hands and feet as finely polished pure brass Extending to me his pierced invitation. I glance to remind myself of what once was but, My long time captor had met its final destiny... From ashes to ashes and dust to dust.