Resurrection prose poem

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From Time’s first stirring of momentary dread
Hope is crushed by tyranny where what might be lies broken
Under a brightly garnered garland a siren of sweet promises.
As if the stains of blood and tears were sweet red wine
And the stench of death, decay and suffering were a fragrant English rose.

A dragon, curled smoke, flame licked nostril with eye dulled
Glistening wet with borrowed grief and unspoken screams beyond
Iron bars wrought hardened with lie, where caged labour pays fealty to
Our Lord of Life.
Unbroken links bonded like blood in clay, dulled with glam
Proclaiming tyranny where Liberty quakes and quivers
To read ‘Yours, from the beginning of time till the end of Forever.’

A howling wind of Time bestrides this World beyond a World, it
Stands alone untainted, unbroken ribbon of Light through the ink
A witness to Love and rich testament of sparkling terror, speaks
‘Yours, from life’s first breath till our Sun’s final bow.

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Resurrection short poem

The wind writes a name on the clouds and sun wipes out the letters. This game continues daily. coming into life after every death. Exhausted I want to believe and make up my mind to go for a new birth.


Resurrection short poem

Suddenly the chasms have closed And the gaping holes have healed There is fullness around me That I can so clearly feel I have no questions now But I have no answers either I am content to just let it