Verses Vibrant With Life

Read me verses vibrant with life, not sad epitaphs; paint me my portrait with a lustrous light... be a Cavaraggio, or Rembrandt, and my replicas sell in the market for a price that suits any wallet. I was given a name, and with gilt I embellished it; gladsome to glitter and giggle, blooming as a rose bud caressed by the wind's soft breath; and its seed will be transported far-away, to germinate by a godly temple, and there I will meet a favorable, clement fate. A tombstone is the place for the soul's eternal rest, my bones will lie within it...these brittle bones once covered by flesh, but its spirit will depart to ascend from the realm of mortals; and sleep it will...until a mighty voice will awaken it, there with the angels of Paradise I will write my praises, and seeing the sorrow of the living, I will act upon their behalf. Read me verses vibrant with life; epistles that the New Testament's devoted scribes wrote. Sing me odes of the glory to come, put aside the longest elegy, don't trifle with my final wish, everything else is trivial; look into the Heavens, I will smile... Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci