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 © | Year Posted 2015

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La France Avatar
April 2, 2015 at 9:51 AM
Upma, well done, I so enjoyed your beautiful free verse, best of luck in the contest with this perfect 7 and thanks for visiting my poetry
Mumo Avatar
April 2, 2015 at 1:17 AM
A great poem with a nice scriptural overture toward the end. Keep sharing.
Manassian Avatar
April 1, 2015 at 3:51 PM
Bless you, Dr Upma for this lovely piece. I is so full of faith and light. I've missed you. Hugs
Kendrick Avatar
April 1, 2015 at 2:47 PM
Enjoyed reading your contest entry..Good luck in the contest..Thanks for stopping by..Sara
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