"Resurrection"

 Unflinching

This love inside my soul

Reaching past the fears

Making me whole—

                   Unrelenting

                                     This light called Sun

washing me clean

blinding me,

                     scathing my skin

as it begins

making me one.

Two on a line

         Twice reconciled,

                Once to their God

                            Once to the child

                                         Inside their own hearts

                                                     Where dreams congregate

And talk about friends

And the worlds to create;

            Dwelling on hope

                   And faith

                        And love

                             Hope against hoping

Against being in love.

Paradox or paradigm

Strange or strained

Found or fine

Great or grating

On my aching bones

As I reach

I stretch

For those lofty goals.

Unseen and unheard

         The dreams inside

                 where seeds of hope and love abide;

                             they cannot be held

so tenderly clasped

           by the dirt and the water and the rawest waste

yet this is where they grow

            in the broken soil—

                      while the Grower stoops on His knees to toil

                                   and protect their little quivering shells

just wait, little seeds,

              for the wedding bells—

you’ll spring from the dust

you’ll shout to the sky

“I’m here,  

                               and I’m free,

                                                          And I’ll never ever die!”