These Dry Bones
These dry bones here, tell me, what do you see?
Do you see.. A life of finite possibilities book-ended by death?
Or a life of infinite probabilities now permitted by death.
Do you see... A person who was deprived of love in life?
Or a person who filled others with love in life.
Do you see.... A frame cursed with despair and nightmares?
Or a frame on which hung hopes and dreams.
Do you see..... A soul that waited in the dull darkness before hell's door?
Or a soul that blinked at the bright light before heaven's gate.
These dry bones here, tell me, what will yours show?
Copyright © Richard Martins | Year Posted 2016
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