Resurrection

Secrets are not, What they ought to be, They often turn out, For many to see, When somewhere deep in the heart, There is a lingering pain, Yearning to express distant memories, Yet need for constraint, With the knowledge of Armageddon, Approaching at hand, Seek delivery from remorse, Before the end, happen, Desires to unwind history, To all where it began, Express, for relief from, An unspoken apology, burden; Expecting to lay in happiness, When the dark shroud came, And resurrect from sins, Judgment and blame, Yet completely unaware, The good world’s forgiven, Only fond remembrances retain, In memory, “A jolly good person”… World prays and wishes, For the time that remains, Will to re-live the good memories, Forgetting the Pain.