Saturday, October 10, 2015

Precious in the Sight of the Lord is the Death of His Saints

My God! I watched and waited
for the Respiration of the dead--
eyes strained for her chest to rise:
just one more minute counting breaths
but I matched her zero holding mine.

My God! The Day shall come when
(like breathing chests)
the dead shall rise,
respire, waking from their apnea.