Revival of the Gone
Revival of the gone
Sickle approaching
close to my neck,
I sense my life gone,
with an embrace to death,
One look around,
hue and cry the only sound,
Last extreme pain,
and all goes still,
I can only see,
can't feel or hear,
Weightless I can move,
End to all strife,
Death is the beginning
of a new life,
Hurt of soul remains,
To wait until
the last judgement day,
resurrection of Christ
happens on third day,
Thence will rest in peace,
Follow the infinite
and forget about my clay !
Written April 1st, 2015
For contest "Resurrection of the Christ" by Isaiah Zerbst
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2015
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