Through ebb and flow passed depth and height
Beyond morning's misty reach
Spectral shapes sojourn in shadows
Moonlight's hold to breach
A sound, a cry, a distant wail
A whipping freezing rain
And winter's fury beats upon us
Frozen solace lain
What does not kill us makes us strong
So somewhere I have read
I wonder if the words hold true
For the living dead
No weakness ever found me still
whilst stormy weather blew
But color seems a fading thing
In crypts devoid of hue
When comes my day to Resurrect
in afterlife's abode
Or is my strength yet hidden still
my path no traveled road?
"Arise!" I hear a voice call out
"Your life it waits here still,
Come, take my hand, and walk with me
This promise I fulfill."
"An image true, I am for you
I'll never lead astray
The trust and hope you place in me
Your fears I will allay."
I hear your voice and know it well
the oath you hand to me
Embracing you and it as well
My will at last is free
A beautiful testament to your faith, Marcia.
ReplyDelete"When comes my day to Resurrect
ReplyDeletein afterlife's abode
Or is my strength yet hidden still
my path no traveled road?"
How I like the verse above! The image of someone searching for hope, strong and vivid.
So much strong emotion in this poem.
ReplyDeleteA true statement in faith. Nice work!
ReplyDeletebeautiful,
ReplyDeletepowerful conveying of your passion/emotions.